Page 3 of Spellbound By a Sagittarius
“Sure thing. Give me one moment.” Her professionalism was equally as sexy as her face and made me want to see what she was about. I went to my email on my phone to keep from staring at her while she got the champagne. She pulled my tray down infront of me and placed a napkin down. She opened the bar cart that stood in front of her tall, slim frame, and she took out a cold bottle of champagne. She poured the flute full of champagne and put it on the napkin.
“Here’s your champagne and orange juice.” Her lips curved into a smile as she handed me the small bottle of juice and a miniature bottle of champagne. “Need anything else, let me know. Enjoy the rest of your flight.”
To say I felt unsettled was an understatement. As soon as she disappeared into the main cabin, I took the champagne to the head. I rubbed my beard and pulled a stubborn hair from my chin that wasn’t bothering me until then.
After a few moments, she passed through again and looked back at me, giving me a soft but mysterious smile. Was that what seduction felt like? Because I’d be goddamned if I wasn’t drawn into her web right then.
Holy hell.Out of all my days flying, I had never in my life seen a man so damn fine. I rolled the drink cart in front of me back through the cabin. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my back as I walked past. I felt him. I always felt when a man was drawn to me, but that time, something about it was overwhelming. Why? Because I was drawn to him in return. I wouldn’t throw myself at him, though. But what I did plan to do was make eye contact with him again before this flight ended—believe that.
After I pushed the cart back to its rightful place, I sat with my legs crossed and smoothed my dress out. I did anything at this point to calm my nerves for a bit. Who was he, and what was he doing on this flight? He had to have been involved in somekind of important business because he had on a suit, from what I saw. He was buff as hell. A light-gold chain adorned his neck, and his collared shirt had a couple of buttons undone at the top, just enough to expose his fully tatted chest and neck area. The insides of my thighs became hot at the thought of how he’d look shirtless.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep for the remainder of the flight. My phone buzzed, waking me from the quick slumber that felt like hours, but when I checked the time, it had only been forty-five minutes. I sat up and checked how I looked before the pilot made the plane’s descent announcement.
Once the announcement had been given, I stood and made my way through first class and business class to pick up any items from passengers that needed to be thrown away. My breathing picked up as I made my way down the narrow aisle. There he was again. That time, we both locked eyes. I hurriedly walked to him as if we were the only two on the plane, and he was the only one in need of my assistance.
“Need to get rid of anything before we start our descent?” I asked politely, careful not to break my professionalism.
The contrast between his deep chocolate skin and vibrant tattoos did something to my soul. They looked like masterpieces. I stood, waiting for him to answer. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other in my heels. I had trained my feet to become comfortable in the red bottoms I wore on almost every flight since I took the lead position. I didn’t let the uniform get in the way of my showing up fashionable. I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear to keep my nerves from getting the best of me.
“I’m good, sweetheart.” His voice was calm, but his stare was powerful and full of intent.
I smiled and nodded, then moved along quickly, making my way back to the cabin to prepare for landing. Chanel was already seated and waiting.
“Lyra?” she quizzed.
“Yes, boo?”
“Did you see that fine ass man in business class?” Chanel asked.
“You already know I had my eyes on him. He looks good as fuck, and I’m surprised he’s even on this flight. No one attractive hardly flies the red-eye flights.”
“I know, right? Only old ass geezers with money that are prejudiced and tired fly during this time.”
“I wonder if he’s single. The way he looks, I’m sure he has hella women he’s entertaining regularly.”
“You never know until you ask.” Chanel winked.
“And that’s not what I’ll be doing. If he wants to, he’ll make a move.”
“Don’t be surprised when he does because he for sure looks like the type to see what’s up.”
“Mhmm. We’ll see.” I smirked, and Chanel went on her way to oversee the main cabin. I pulled my luggage from the overhead storage above my seat. As a lead flight attendant, I had the luxury of departing the plane along with first and business-class passengers. I remembered when I first started out. I had to wait until all passengers were off before I got off because I had to help get the plane back in order for the next flight. It irked me that no matter what flight I was on, when the plane landed—as soon as it landed—the whole main cabin stood up as if we could get off in a hurry. I laughed at the thought.
I rolled my pink weekender luggage with gold zipper details and slung my Louis Vuitton Neverfull over my shoulder. Bigger purses were my thing, and my tote could withstand all the travel, unlike a smaller bag. It was still early in the morning, so I wasn’t expecting a super crowded airport, especially in Miami. The airport was usually busy during the late mornings and early afternoons.
As I walked through the tunnel that connected the plane and the boarding gate, I knew I needed to use the ladies’ room right off from the departure lounge because it was close. Once I made it to the departure lounge, I greeted the oncoming flight attendants with a smile and a wave, then proceeded to the bathroom. Public facilities were disgusting to me, but not more disgusting than the ones on the planes. If the urge came during a plane ride, I focused my mind on something else, and it just so happened the fine ass man on the plane earlier took my mind off everything with his looks alone. I shook my head at how dangerously good-looking he was.
A few moments passed, and I finally made it to the restroom. I loathed taking my luggage in, and I didn’t have Chanel with me so we could take turns watching each other’s things while we stopped. I paused a moment before going in.
“Excuse me, miss?” I heard the sexy ass tenor voice of the fine man from the plane call out to me.
“Are you talking to me?” I turned around and asked, feeling dumbfounded… literally.
“I don’t see anyone nearly as beautiful in my immediate view right now, do I?” he asked, serious as hell, while I watched his eyes drag up and down the length of my body.
All I could do was blink slowly in an attempt to snap the hell out of the daze I was in. “Can I help you with something?” I batted my hybrid set of mink lashes at him. I was slightly annoyed because I was being held up from using the restroom, but then again, how could I be when this gorgeous specimen of a man spoke to me?
“As a matter of fact, you can. I need your number and for you to text me your availability for the next twenty-four hours, beautiful.”
