Crashed into Love: Episode One Read Online Free

hijacker. What was your name again?” His moustache bristled as he pursed his lips, waiting for me.
    “Nina, sir.”
    “Well, Nina, I’m impressed. First line exam, and so far you’re doing great.” He turned in his chair and his newspaper scattered on the floor. “That’s all.”
    I brightened. “That’s it? No coffee or snacks?”
    Liam Mikin chuckled and his arctic eyes sparkled with the sun’s rays bouncing off the whiteness of the plane. All around us little specks of light danced like fairy dust. “Now that you mention it, can I have a cold one?”
    Captain Anderson punched him. “Don’t even kid about drinking on the job. You never know who’s listening.”
    Liam rubbed his arm. “Whatever you say, boss.” He winked at me.
    A tiny quiver of interest made my heart pitter-patter in my chest. Do not do a Joslyn. The thought of Liam sucking on my neck, branding me with a hickey, caught me by surprise. Instant infatuation didn’t happen to me. I didn’t like it. I thought with my brain, not my girly bits.
    I left before I could make an idiot of myself by giggling or some other such rot.
    Stupid sexy pilot and his stupid sexy grin.

Chapter Three
 
    A few more tests later, including a bunch more codes and a surprise choreographed fake heart-attack, we landed in Sydney. My nerves were shot after giving mouth-to-mouth and performing CPR on a lady who had nothing wrong with her. The awkwardness of sharing spit was made easier by her joking that I was the best newbie flight attendant as far as resuscitation techniques went. I think she meant she liked my blowing skills. Wouldn’t the pilots be happy to know.
    Samantha, didn’t participate in the exam as she was already qualified, and she was her usual quiet self. Joslyn on the other hand was chipper and cheerful, smiling in anticipation of our first overnight.
    Joslyn and I stood by the door, demure smiles pasted on our faces as we parroted ‘thank you’ over and over to the disembarking passengers.
    I was on autopilot—already thinking of the fat envelope of cash we received on overnights and the four-and-a-half star hotels I’d heard so much about.
    “Nina?”
    I looked up from my daze right into hazel eyes and a smirk.
    “Thanks for moving me,” Nikolai said. He held up the queue of passengers behind him and Joslyn shot me a questioning look.
    I ignored her. I could talk to a strange man if I wanted. After all, I wasn’t the one with a hickey on my neck. “No problem.”
    He inclined his head pretending fifty people weren’t waiting and eye-ball stabbing him. “I’ll look forward to seeing you again sometime?”
    I smiled. Like that would ever happen. “Sure. Have a safe trip home.”
    He shook my hand. “See ya.” Smiling, he pulled away and disappeared off the plane. I glanced down at what he’d forced into my palm. A phone number was scrawled onto a napkin. Oh, wasn’t that sweet. My first pick-up and it happened on my first flight. Must be my killer new heels.
    Joslyn giggled. “Hey, you beat me.” She pouted but perked right up when Co-pilot Mikin excited the cockpit. “Hey, Liam, everyone’s off. Wanna share a cab?”
    I rolled my eyes and headed down to retrieve my satchel and overnight bag. The plane looked as if a hurricane twirled through and deposited empty wrappers and scrunched tissues everywhere. I half-expected to find a cow and broken barn lodged in a seat. How did people throw food into every nook and cranny on a three hour flight?
    I shuddered at the thought of sticking my hands in the seat pockets to find nasty half-chewed biscuits or snot-filled tissues. An inkling that perhaps I wasn’t cut out for this air hostess stuff freaked me out. How would I handle three to four years of this? I didn’t want to be in the cabin. I wanted to be at the front, driving the damn thing.
    Joslyn and Liam were still talking when I returned. Liam stopped mid-sentence, watching me with wary eyes. Joslyn bit her lip, smirking. Oh