The Billionaire's Wife(46)

“How cool would that be? Oh! Could you take me on free vacations? Could we go to Hawaii?!”



“Well, you’re getting a bit ahead of me here, Allie. Let’s get me the job first, and then we’ll talk about taking advantages of the benefits.” I know I owe her a vacation though; I owe her something for listening to me crying over Gideon for the past week.



“You will totally get it, I know you will. I have a good feeling about this one, Missy.”



“You think?” I shut the lid of my laptop and take a sip of my coffee. “It would be nice to have something go right for a change. I feel like I’ve been stuck in this rut and no matter what I do I can’t get out, but this… well this might be my chance. Hell, it has to be better than working as a barista forever right? Although, I will miss those pumpkin scones.” Allison laughs.



“I will buy you a damn pumpkin scone; just make sure you get this job because we need a vacation bad!”



“I’ll try, but it’s not exactly like I have experience in being an air stewardess…”



“Well, did they say you needed experience?” I shake my head and take another sip of my coffee.



“No, it was really weird actually, I always figured you needed some kind of training but it said ‘no training necessary’ so I guess they do on the job training? At least, I hope they do because hell if I know what I’m doing.”



“I can see it now, ‘in the event of emergency use the breathy mask thing and if we crash get the hell out of the plane if you can.”



Over the past week I think I have become closer to Allison than I have ever been. Sure, we’ve been through the usual college drama, breakups, failing classes etc. but this thing with Gideon takes the cake. I was so sure that he had come back when he showed up last week, that now that he’d let me in he would pick me as his “one” and we would live happily ever after. I’d even dared to believe that he could live as Ricky, that we could be happy together… but then he hadn’t called. By day three of him not calling I was a mess and it was up to Allison to pull me back together. ‘Fuck him,’ she’d said, it was ‘his loss’ although it didn’t feel like it, it still doesn’t feel like it. I don’t know that I’ll ever ‘get over’ Gideon or the idea of Ricky and I living happily ever after, but I do know that I need to go somewhere, I need to do something and if this new job pans out it could be just what I need to start again.



“What time’s your interview this afternoon? You need me to drop you off?” I shake my head, no.



“I’ve got it covered, thanks. I could use a little help with getting ready though. I want to really stun them, you know, look professional but also gorgeous, just in case the guy interviewing me is hot.” Allison smirks.



“What if it’s a woman interviewing you?” I press my lips together.



“Well, in that case I will look so gorgeous that she hires me just so she can get makeup tips from me.”



“We are hopeful today aren’t we?” Allison sets her mug down on the table. “Sure, I can help you get ready, just let me know when you want me.”



“I was thinking my white blouse and navy skirt, hair up and your incredible makeup skills?” Allison smiles at my acknowledgement of her skills.



“Good plan, you’ll look fantastic.”





Chapter Twenty-Six





It takes a grand total of three hours and fifteen minutes to get me ready for the interview, but finally I look the part. My hair is slicked back in to a high ponytail, a barrette placed neatly on top of the band holding it. My navy pencil skirt hits just at my knees and my white blouse is tucked neatly in to the top of it. Allison reassures me that I look equal parts professional and sexy, and I feel confident until I get to the car. Once the keys are in the ignition the butterflies start. I hate interviews; I always get so nervous that I turn in to a stuttering wreck whose every other word is ‘umm.’ Add in to the equation that I am almost certain that this is my big chance at change and the lingering ache that Gideon left behind and I feel like I’m about to march myself in front of a firing squad.



The whole drive to the airport I can feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach and by the time I pull up in the private parking lot I am almost certain that I’m going to throw up. I hope to God that I don’t throw up on anyone as I head in to the building. It’s a small annex next to the main two terminals of the airport and behind it I can see a number of smaller private jets and planes sitting on the tarmac behind the wired fence.