| Part I |
| Wanna know the truth about the friendly skies? Being an editor of romance novels, I'd seen my fair share of places and positions the deed could be done. Believe it or not, I thought nothing could be done short of the mile club sequence most novelists opt for. When I was asked to meet with novelist of the latest offering we received, little did I know I'd be experiencing her art firsthand. I arrived at the hangar after reading three transcripts and hers was to be re read on the long haul from good ole NYC to the author's hometown of Denver, Colorado. Normally, the publisher would have put me on a commercial flight but he'd found out about this private line that catered to the business class so to speak. I never considered myself the white collar type but good ole Albert decided since there was some truth behind the fiction that we should discover it for ourselves. Flights Of Fantasy is what they called it. Your flight attendant(male or female) depending on you apparently greets you at the plane's entrance dressed in nothing more than intimate apparael. And yes, they are fully trained flight attendants. First class treatment to the very end. Nothing intimate in that nature mind you but a nice foot massage was never out of the question. I was not prepared for the gentleman greeting me though. Good God! I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Tall, dark and out of this world. Short dark hair, dazzling emerald eyes,black silk pajama bottoms and the broadest fucking shoulders I'd ever seen. Wait a minute! This is not me. I don't talk about men like that. He smiled almost knowingly as he offered his hand on my ascension of the stairs of the chartered jet."Welcome to Flights Of Fantasy. I'm Kevin and I will be catering to your every need Miss Whitman." How'd he know my name? Oh yeah. They had to. Part of the job but the way he offered to cater to my every whim sounded more like it was gonna be more for his pleasure than mine. I could have been wrong in my interpretation. The closest I'd come to a romantic fling was these fictional tales of it."Thank you."Thank you? It had been too long if that was the best I could do. "We will be taking off shortly." "I'm sorry. They pay you to do this?"I blurted out. "I take it this wasn't your idea ..." he inquired;searching for her first name. "Celia." He assessed the taut,conservative nature of my attire. I wore a gray three piece business outfit;skirt to the knees, white blouse button to the collar and the jacket. "Don't get out much do you?" "Are you here to make small talk or to make me happy?"I curtly responded. God! he looked really delicious I thought as I took a seat. I placed the case full of transcripts next to me and looked up to find him seated across the way. "I'm here for whatever purpose you desire,"he smiled. |
| Damn! That smile was disarming. Made me wanna do things I'd forgetten how to do."So who takes care of your desires then Kevin?" Did that just come out of my mouth? I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He had to see it himself. It was way too obvious for him not to. Then again, he probably got that all the time. "Nobody right now actually and you're not the first to ask it either." Okay. When did he jump in and take over my thoughts? Apparently for as long as we'd been pulling onto the runway. "You might wanna buckle up though. We're about to take off,"he remarked rather casually as he strapped himself in. I clumsily strapped myself in unable to get a grip on my embarrassment. He in turn eased my embarrassment by turning the subject over to my form of employment(which wasn't a much easier subject)."So what is it that you do Celia?" "Well... I'm an editor of romance novels" "Doesn't that usually keep you in the office?" "It should but good ole Albee as we call him elected me to meet our latest and hopefully next bestselling author." "In other words you work with a bunch of forty something women that are married with 2.5 kids and you were the only one free." "Thanks for making me feel so good about my marital status." "I didn't mean it that way. I meant that he sent the beauty out of the group to see what we were all about." "Flattery will get you nowhere with me Mr.?" "Just call me Kevin." "Do I have to?" "You can call me hey you but it won't have the same effect." "And why is that?" "Because I won't answer to it." "I see. So tell me this then Kevin, have you ever serviced a woman above and beyond the call of duty?"When did I become so bold. Gotta get that under control. Behave yourself. "Not yet." With that, I turned to my briefcase and pulled out the aptly enough titled Friendly Skies. I searched for the point I'd left off but I could feel his eyes on me. I tore my eyes away from my work and met his gaze."Something I can do for you?" "You expected to get away with that?" "Away with what?"As if I didn't know. |
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