One Night with the CEO by Mia Sosa Read Free Book Online

she might as well have been wearing pasties. Karen debated whether to take it off, but once the PA system had announced the boarding of their flight, she threw her denim jacket over the T-shirt and scrambled out of the restroom.
    She found Mimi hovering near the gate.
    “All set?” Mimi asked.
    “Yes, but I should bitch-slap you for the size of my T-shirt.”
    Mimi grinned. “Or you could thank me for being so thoughtful. You look perky.”
    “Grrr.”
    Mimi patted Karen’s head. “Now, now, my pet. Be nice or I’ll neuter you.”
    Karen swiped Mimi’s hand away and leaned against a post to await their turn to board.
    Mark walked past them and waved. “Have a nice flight, ladies. See you in San Juan.”
    Mimi stuck her tongue out at him, and though he’d already walked past them, Karen caught the tail end of his laughter.
    She and Mimi trudged through the jet bridge and made it on the plane. Mark sat next to another handsome man, this one in a business suit. They’d probably spend the entire flight discussing stocks and bonds or something. She spied a couple ahead of her arguing over where to store their luggage, so she parked her carry-on by her foot. Lovely.
    Mimi winked at the pilots as she passed them. “Can I see your cock? Um, cockpit . I meant, Can I see your cockpit? ”
    A woman behind them cackled. “Can I see it, too?”
    Karen fussed with the collar of her denim jacket, wanting desperately to bury her face in it. She turned just in time to see Mark shake his head at Mimi’s remark. A man across the aisle from Mark stared at Karen, a little too closely for her liking, and with nothing to do but wait for the passengers ahead of her to get settled, she dug into her pocket and pulled her hair back into a haphazard ponytail. When she was done, she peeked at the man and found him still watching her. Mark volleyed his gaze between the man and Karen, his knitted brow furrowing and relaxing within seconds.
    Finally, she and Mimi settled into their seats, Mimi taking the window seat because, according to her, she’d be less likely to drool on Karen if Mimi fell asleep.
    Karen dug in her purse for her e-reader, more than ready to dive into a romance novel about a female mechanic and a buttoned-up businessman. But her quest for a little relaxation was short-lived.
    A flight attendant with a plastic smile and a bored expression stopped at their row and cleared her throat. “Ladies, we have two seats available in first-class. Would you like to take those instead?”
    Mimi jumped up. “Hell, yes!”
    Karen had a less enthusiastic reaction. “Why us?”
    “One of our first-class passengers thought you might appreciate an upgrade. If you’d prefer to decline, I can deliver that message.” She said this in all seriousness, and punctuated the last word with a lift of her perfectly arched brows. In other words, If you want to be an idiot and turn down better accommodations, be my guest.
    Mark. He must have arranged for the upgrade.
    Mimi sucked her teeth. “Really, Karen. What’s to think about?”
    Karen leaned over and glanced down the aisle. Someone else deserved the upgrade more than she did. “There’s a Marine on this flight,” she told the flight attendant. “I saw him on my way in. Can you offer it to him, in appreciation for his service?”
    The flight attendant smiled, this time appearing genuine in her friendliness. “Mr. Lansing took care of that passenger, too. He’s already in first-class.”
    Mimi pushed past her, knocking Karen back into her seat. “See? All taken care of. Let’s go.”
    Karen fought the urge to overthink the significance of Mark’s offer. Would it be so bad to simply accept the offer for what it was: a friendly gesture by someone with the financial means to do them a favor? She worried her bottom lip in contemplation. Meanwhile, Mimi grabbed her bag from the overhead and sprinted down the empty aisle. “It’s been real, folks. See you in San Juan.”
    As Karen rolled