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**Traveling with an older billionaire pilot on his private jet was never on my list, especially not if he was hot.** I would never have gotten involved with him if I knew who he was. But I was heartbroken and needed a distraction. To clear my mind I went on a private jet trip to the Caribbean. There is only one problem – the pilot. He is rude, gruff, and demanding. Being me, I try to embrace the good in him. I can’t stop imagining how it would feel to lick the salt water from his tattooed skin. Wait, stop, I think I’m getting lost. Lost in his piercing blue eyes. We will go our separate ways when the trip comes to an end. Unless there is a business agreement that concerns us both.