“Where are we going?” I ask him in a curios voice.
“We are going to my airplane.” He smugly says. I smile at him and I realise that, of course, he has his own private jet. The elevator stops and the glass doors open onto the runway. The wind and the chill in the air took me by surprise when Adrian escorts me out. He notices that I am cold and he pulls me tighter.
“Just think in two hours you will be in sunny Miami.” He says as he rubs my arms trying to bring the heat back into them. We walk over to Adrian’s private jet and he quickly ushers me up the steps. I walk into the airplane and I smile at the sight. There are huge leather seats and a massive sofa. The lighting is soft and there is a private bar, which is stocked with every type of beverage that you can mention. Adrian walks me over to the seats and we sit side by side. A blonde-haired, airhostess quickly makes her way down the aisle and she is carrying a bunch of red roses. Adrian smiles at her and I stare at him as he does.
“Mandy, how are you today?” He asks, the woman quickly smiles at him and she says.
“Working hard Adrian, and you?” She says in a sweet British accent. I stare at her and I wonder why she addressed him so informal. Surly it is unprofessional to call your employer by his first name. I stare at her and her face lights up as she talks to him. I do not say a word and I feel a little jealous.
“Mandy this is my Alanna.” Adrian says and I feel that he has noticed my shyness and has figured out why. The airhostess turns me and she has a very cheesy grin on her face.
“Hello Alanna, it is nice to meet you. These are for you,” she says as she hands me the large bouquet of roses. I smile at her and I glance at Adrian.
“Thanks for the flowers and it’s nice to meet you too.” I say softly.
“Would you like a drink before take-off?” Mandy asks us.
“I will have a water and Alanna what would you like?” I place the flowers onto the seat next to me and glare up at Mandy.
“I will have the same, thanks.” Mandy quickly glides up the aisle and returns with our drinks.
I sit nervously as the plane begins to make its way down the runway. As it picks up speed, I grip my hand into the seat. Adrian responds to my actions and he takes my hand.
“Are you okay?” He asks gently. I smile at him and I feel embarrassed to let him know that I am terrified of flying.
“I am a nervous flyer.” I admit. Adrian pulls me closer to him and he whispers in my ear.
“Baby, you are safe, I won’t let anything happen to you.” I smile at his reassurance and he gently kisses me on the forehead. The plane takes off and I clutch onto him even harder. He gently laughs and I begin to giggle.
“Hey it’s not funny.” I insist. Adrian lets out a louder laugh and I begin to giggle more. I gently slap him on his chest and he straightens his face.
“I am sorry baby,” he says as he bursts out laughing - again. I slap him again and he leans back into his seat as he carries on laughing.
“Adrian it’s not funny,” I say firmly.
“I know it’s not, but I just cannot stop.” He says as he tries to straighten himself out. I pout at him and he jerks me forward.
“Kiss me, Alanna.” He strongly asks. I smile at him but I do not do as he says. I watch him as he waits impatiently. His stare into his green eyes and I cannot resist any longer. I lunge forward and I kiss him passionately on his full lips. He finally pulls back after what seems like forever.
“How is your family?” He asks. I lean back from him and I suddenly remember that I have forgotten to tell my parents that I have gone away for a few days. I search in my bag for my phone and I quickly dial my mom’s number. Adrian looks at me and I can see that he is confused.
“I forgot to tell my parents that I was going away for the weekend. I better give my mom a call just so that she doesn’t worry.” Adrian smiles at me and I am again reminded about his childhood. I wrinkle my face at the thought and I focus on my phone.
“Shoot, I can’t use my phone!” I say in an annoyed voice. Adrian smiles at me and he quickly hands me a slender, black phone. I roll my eyes briefly, as of course his jet would have a built in phone. I again dial my mom’s number and I wait for her to answer.
“Mom, it’s Alanna,” I say as she picks up the phone. My mom’s voice sounds panicked and I quickly reassure her that everything is okay.
“I am just calling to let you know that I have gone away for a few days.”
“Okay, where are you off to?”
“Miami,”
“Okay, tell Sophie that I said hello and have fun Alanna.”
“Mom, Sophie is not with me.”