A young flight attendant gets a billionaire's attention in a way that could have meant the end of his career, but instead could be the beginning of an unexpected romance.
When Kevin Tate takes over for a friend as flight attendant on billionaire Logan Maguire's private jet, he is certain it will be his one and only time aboard when he accidentally dumps an ice-cold drink on his employer's lap. Instead, an instant attraction flares between the two men and Kevin accepts Logan's offer to stay with him at his villa in Puerta Vallarta.
Their fledging romance is abruptly brought to an end when Logan hurries back to the States on a desperate mission to save his company from a hostile takeover. Kevin is left wondering if success and wealth is more important to the billionaire than the chance of love and real happiness.
Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Promoted by the Billionaire anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 17th May 2013
The sleek black limo transporting Logan Maguire, owner and CEO of GoldTech International Inc, pulled up alongside the equally sleek corporate jet Logan had recently purchased. This would be his first flight aboard the Bombardier XRS, and he hoped that the ultra-expensive flying machine would live up to its reputation for being the best and most luxurious private jet available. Rich as he was, the price tag had made him whistle through his teeth. Logan was a billionaire, and nowadays was living the ‘high life’, as his mother called his lavish lifestyle, but he could still remember a time when things hadn’t come quite so easily, and spending for spending’s sake was not something he encouraged himself to do.
Still, the jet was a thing of beauty, he mused while stepping out of the limo—both inside and out. The customisation of the interior had cost several million extra, but one thing that had instantly appealed to him was the cabin height. At six-two he invariably had to stoop inside a private plane, but the Bombardier gave him an additional inch of space. He chuckled as he remembered his mother’s exasperated sigh when he’d mentioned this perk.
“Logan,” his mother, Linda Maguire, had semi-chastised him, “you only have to lower your head for a moment or two before you sit. Now you’re spending goodness knows how much extra so you can stand proud and tall.”
“You’re right, Mom,” he’d said, kissing her cheek. “I am an utter wastrel and spendthrift. But you raised me to appreciate the finer things in life, so it’s all your fault.” They had laughed together after she’d slapped him on the arm. “You’ll love it when you take your first trip on it.”
He had invited her to join him on this getaway, but she had told him he needed the time on his own—a real break—and when he’d thought about it, he had to agree. It would be terrific to have nothing to do, no one around he had to impress for the next few days. He needed this break. It had been a hectic year so far, and the weeks ahead promised no let-up in the number of business meetings, shareholder meetings, business dinners with potential clients, along with mandatory attendance at fundraisers and charity balls. All an essential part of his life now that he was rich and famous.
People magazine had included him in their Most Eligible Bachelor list the year before. He still flushed with embarrassment when that particular ‘honour’ was mentioned, but Linda had been delighted. Logan was certain his mother regarded it as his single most successful achievement. His position as one of the youngest software engineers to ever become a billionaire be damned!
“Oh, you look so handsome,” she’d cried, staring at the photograph of him on the glossy page. “You have your father’s hair, you know… He had the same dark curls. You have his nose too… Such a good nose. My eyes, of course, blue as the sky your father would tell me they were. I’m not sure where you got that lower lip, though. Much too full for my side of the family.”
Logan had never known his father. He had died in an automobile accident while his mother was pregnant with Logan. It was still an immense source of pride for him that his mother had raised him by herself, holding down a job and making sure he never went without good food and clean clothes. Now, he had the means to make sure she wanted for nothing. He’d gone a bit overboard in the beginning, buying her a big house, a car, telling her she could have anything she wanted until Linda herself had said, “Enough! You need to find someone else to lavish things on—not your mother!”
Wow. He pulled himself out of his reverie and blinked at the big white plane in front of him. Where did all that suddenly come from? Must be the euphoria from having some freedom at last… Time to think about things other than work.
“Mr Maguire…”
Logan glanced up at the door where Steve Hamilton, his pilot, stood waiting for him to board.
J.P. Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim’s Company.
He emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. He is currently living with his husband in sunny San Diego, California.
Reviewed by Rainbow Book Reviews
With a lot of amusing incidents, some very passionate lovemaking, and a great setting, this story is wonderfully entertaining. If you like exotic, fairy tale like stories about the ultra rich, if you...
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