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Not something I usually do, or have ever done, for that matter. It’s an erratic decision, albeit one that makes me feel weirdly alive, and euphoric, and almost intoxicated.
I don’t even want to think about what that says about me and my judgment.
When he pulls out, we both pant heavily. I’m not exactly sure how, but we made our way through the entire room, knocking over a stack of towels, before ending up in the smaller adjacent room that houses the actual toilet. Because, apparently, if you’re going to be as nasty as us, you might as well go all the way. I pull up my pants and turn around to get a glimpse of what can only be described as ‘unfair’, ‘outrageous’ or ‘would it be weird if I licked him right now?’.
As Mr. Handsome Without Manners But Really Nice Abs leans back against the wall, he inspects me inspecting him. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Why?” My eyes dart up to his. “Have you forgotten? Is that what’s happening here? Do you suffer from amnesia, which also made you forget how to be a decent human being?”
He looks somewhat befuddled, probably trying to figure out why I suddenly act like this when I might have been sending slightly different signals so far. “Right,” he finally grumbles, cocking his head, “I should have introduced myself, so you could have screamed my name while I was inside you. I apologize.”
A single laugh escapes me before I can suppress it.Cocky asshole.“I saw you fire your employee,” I say. My anger is slowly subsiding, and so is my temporary insanity (despite giving him one last (slightly too thorough) glance from top to bottom). “You should know that stuff like that has a way of coming back around. Karma and all…”
Before he can reply, I step out and slam the door shut, leaving him to dispose of the condom and cleaning himself up. Quickly, I put the towels back on the counter, so as to not cause more work for some poor cleaner. Then, on my way out, I grab his pants and shove them into my bag, so as to set some things right with the universe on behalf of his former assistant.
I guess Karma came quickly this time. (As did I, but I try not to think about that right now.)
Swiftly, I walk away and decide it’s probably for the best not to stick around. So I flag down the first employee I see, show her my ticket and ask her to point me in the right direction. Instead, she leads the way and guides me to their shuttle service, where I get to choose between a Porsche and a Rolls Royce that can take me to the plane.
When we pull up next to the jet, I’m still not entirely sure if the last thirty minutes actually happened, or if I am in some sort of delirious daydream. A flight attendant is already waiting for me out in the cold, begging me inside. The driver takes care of my luggage as I climb up the few stairs into the plane, whereanother attendant welcomes me with a glass of champagne. In the back of the plane, Olivia’s parents and her colleague, Verna, are already waiting with their legs perched up in their seats. With bright smiles on their faces, they raise their drinks when they see me enter.
“There she is!” Mr. Ray, Olivia’s father, welcomes me and finishes his glass before trying to climb out of his seat. I rush towards him and keep him down while almost tripping over his breathing machine.
“Please, Mr. Ray, stay. You shouldn’t exert yourself too much. I’d hate to kill the father of the bride just before the big day.”
“Kill me?” He laughs. “A lot more terrifying animals than you have tried. All unsuccessful. Much like that gigantic spider that viciously attacked me this morning.” He opens his arms to give me a hug.
“It was barely bigger than a ladybug,” Mrs. Ray adds, rolling her eyes. “He screamed like a six-year-old girl.”
“Like the most manliest of six-year-old girls, if I may say so. But enough about me. How are you, Sienna-Darling?”
I bend down to give Mrs. Ray a hug as well. “Oh, I’m fine,” I answer, not entirely sure if that is actually true. “Fine…”
If fine means having the face of the man that I just slept with engraved before my eyes.
If fine means not being able to think about anything else.
If fine means wanting to get off this plane to repeat what we just did five minutes ago.
If fine means losing your mind, apparently.
“Totally fine.”
Totally.
“Everyone who repeats that they arefinethree times in a row is indeed absolutely and 100 percent fine!” Verna laughs and embraces me in her arms as well.
“That is how that works, isn’t it?” I try to divert the attention from myself. “But how are you guys? I see the lung transplant was a thorough success.”
Mr. Ray nods enthusiastically. “Indeed. I feel very good. This thing,” he motions at an oxygen tank, “is just a precaution now. Plus, this trip is shaping up to be my favorite trip of all times! Well… top three. One time I saw a loose monkey on the trip to the supermarket, so that’s really hard to beat.”
Behind us, a man clears his throat to get our attention. “Welcome, everyone. I’m your pilot for this flight, and very pleased to have us with you today.”
“To have you with us,” the attendant on his right whispers.
“Oh, right, yes.” Our pilot chuckles. “And I didn’t even have any of that champagne yet... not that I am going to have any! I assure you, you are in very good and capable hands. Despite this being my first day.” He runs his index finger along the inside of his collar and I am expecting a drop of sweat to slide down his temple any second. “Anyway, since everybody seems to be here, we will depart shortly. Please remain seated and buckled in and enjoy your flight.”
Verna sits back down, and I take a seat opposite of her at the window. Outside, tiny snowflakes have started falling, covering the airport in a thin layer of white and I can’t help but wonder if the mysterious Mr. Handsome Without Pants is still busy looking for them. I push my handbag into the compartment next to my seat and see a little screen poking out from inside. Upon further investigation, it seems like I not only stole Mr. Handsome’s pants but also his phone. The plane begins to move while I inspect the rectangle in my hand, then quickly bury it deep in my bag, hopefully along with all the other thoughts that are running wild in my mind right now. I stare out of the window and observe what will probably be the last snowflakes this winter. Until, a minute later, that face pops up again. Hislips, that crooked grin, those eyes, his broad shoulders. He sure was the stereotypical kind of attractive, but, more importantly, he was also very unlikeable and that is the important thing to remember here.
