~: THE FLASHBACK CONTINUES:~
Hand in hand, we climbed the stairs of his private jet.
“Welcome. My name is Stacy.” The hostess in uniform greeted us upon entering. I was somewhat speechless, seeing the interior of his private jet. It was more like a luxury condo apartment furnished with an entertainment center, comfortable sofa, recliners, and dining table—benefited for four. I was impressed.
Aaron shrugged his leather jacket out. Stacy had waited for him until.
“I’ve traveled first class plenty of times, but this is amazing,” I said, looking around.
“Then let me give you a tour.” Aaron offered me his hand.
We stepped in the cockpit, and he introduced me to the two gentlemen flying the aircraft. My eyes wandered around monitor screens, hundreds of power pushbuttons, and the one-eighty degrees view—so amazing.
“This over here is my office” He opened the door. I peeked inside. It had a modern appeal, essential to create a fully functional workspace, from the simplest to the most technical equipment.
“That’s a washroom,” he pointed at the door from outside. “But the bedroom has a full bathroom with a shower.” He mentioned. Then we were at the dangerous zone of the entire jet plane—the bedroom. The room was pleasingly intimate, but the bed was drawing all the attention. It was beyond comfort—intimate. The room suddenly started to feel a lot hotter. He was behind me, so close that I felt his breath on my neck. A ripple of shiver spread across my body. I took a small step away from him.
“You’ll find the bed very comfortable,” he added.
“A-are you going to sleep with me? I mean... n-next...next to me?” I stuttered out, correcting myself. My cheeks turned rosy under his gaze.
Aaron’s eyebrows flashed; he stepped closer and muttered, “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it.” He continued with a sweet smile, “I’ll sleep outside; it’s comfy there too.” I could see that he just decided that part.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back. ” Aaron made his way out, and I inhaled a long breath and plop on the bed, exhaling.
‘This is so awkward?’
I took a seat and waited for Aaron. Stacy came and listed me the drinks’ names, and I wanted a violent drink after the night I experienced, so I ordered a Long Island.
“And gin and tonic, one of three parts. Thank you, Stacy.” Aaron placed his drink order, then took a seat opposite to me.
“I made a slight change in our plan,” Apart from slight hesitations. There was a short pause before Aaron spoke again. “A detour before we land in New York.” He said and waited for my reaction.
“Detour?” I joined my eyebrows.
“I thought I would experience this with you.” He said.
“Okay,” I just said without showing any kind of agitation. Stacy returned with our drinks and a bowl of herb-roasted nuts.
“Thank you,” I said to Stacy.
“You’re not anxious?” Aaron was shocked by my reply.
“Anxious?” I took a sip of my drink. “Look at me, I’m here, in your private jet with you. I guess you make me fearless.” I took another sip of my drink.
“That’s my girl,” he beamed.
We buckled up, ready for the takeoff. “You must have traveled the whole world,” I ask, making a light conversation during the lift-off.
“Yes, all major destinations except Hawaii.”
“Really?” I was astonished to learn that.
“You’ll be surprised,” he tossed a nut in his mouth.
When the aircraft left the runway and took off, I looked out the window. Vegas city was slowly zooming out and fading beneath the clouds. My thoughts went back to both Alice and Sage, making me depressed again.
‘I miss my friends.’
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. I’d like to welcome our special guest tonight, Miss Jessica Skyy.”
I heard my name, and I peeked at Aaron.
“Cheers.” He smirked and raised his glass at me.
“You sure know your way to make a girl feel very special,” I remarked. Our glasses clinked.
“Not all girls, just you,” he said and sipped.
“I don’t believe you.” I smiled suspiciously yet playful at him.
“Believe me,” he states. His eyes never left mine as I took a sip.
“We are currently cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The weather looks good, and with the tailwind on our side, we expect to land in Maine, approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.” The Captain continued with his announcement.
“Maine? To eat lobsters?” I asked with a coy smile.
“And more,” Aaron said as he exposed his dimple. I didn’t care what his plan was to do there in Maine, but the ‘more’ added curiosity to my interest.
“You can now turn on your electronic devices. I’ll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the flight.” The Captain finishes.
Aaron took his phone and switched it on. As soon as it happened, his phone was blowing up and continued to buzz.
“Are you going to answer those?” I prompted.
“No.” He puts the phone away.
“Aaron, I understand you’ve to work. I’ll find something to do.” I explained.
“Are you sure?” He confirms. I gave him an assurance nod.
He jolted out of his chair and kissed my hair. “I’ll be quick.”
“Dwight,” he attended the call and walked away. “Okay, and how is that relevant?” he continued talking on the phone and then went into his office.
I touched the spot in my hair, where he just planted a kiss.
‘How easily he did that, as if out of habit.’
I made myself comfortable on the sofa and switched on the TV and left it mute. There were so many movies and shows listed to choose from, and I began my hunt. Five, maybe six minutes passed, and I was still browsing; it’s so stressful. Sage always had a reasonable opinion when it came to movies. ′Oh, I miss ’em both so much.′
“Do you want me to freshen up your drink?” Stacy asked.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Perhaps, you’d like a blanket, Miss. Skyy?” Stacy asked, probably she saw me how cold I was feeling.
“Yes. That will be cozy.”
“Right away, Miss. Skyy.” She smiled.
The office door was left slightly open, and I could see Aaron, he was still on the phone. I secretly captured him sitting at his desk in a simple pose on my phone. He was undoubtedly the gorgeous man I’ve met. I saved his picture, exclusively for me—someday I can say ‘Once upon a time there was a perfect gentleman.. named Aaron..’
Stacy unfolded a blanket and helped me to wrap around. “Thank you so much, Stacy.”
I put my phone away and got comfortable in the soft blanket, and picked the TV remote.
“Hey,” Aaron came and sat beside me. He’d an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry that I’ve to work. I promise no phone at the dinner table.”
“No, Aaron, I’m the one who intruded with your work and your schedule, I should be the one saying sorry.”
“Jess, you’re here with me. You filled my loneliness. You made me feel as though someone is close to me. So thank you for coming.” I didn’t have to force a smile when he said that. He acted like an ass at the club, but now he was becoming more and more of a different person entirely as the night was passing.
My fingers were nervously tracing the buttons on the remote as I tried to find words to say.
We both got startled by a man’s voice. It came from the TV. I must have accidentally hit a volume button and made the TV scream.
He cleared his throat. “What are you watching?”
“Nothing. I couldn’t decide?”
“Don’t watch the news. Every news is bad news.” He quoted. “Watch a game show. In five minutes, you’ll find it very entertaining.” Aaron’s good sense made me laugh. “Okay.”
“Sir,” Stacy politely interrupted. “Dinner should be ready soon.”
"Excellent." He replied.
“I think I’ll go freshen up for dinner.” I eased out.
“Anything I can get you in drinks, Sir?” She asked Aaron.
“Sake at the dinner table,” he replied while I made it to the restroom.