Coffee, Tea? Or me?

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Part II


Lucy exited the arrival channel at Heathrow and, as soon as she said goodbye to her crew, she answered the phone, “Billy” on the caller ID, after James’ middle name.

“Hey, just cleared immigration. I’ll get changed and I’ll come to yours,” she checked her watch. “Should take me about one hour and twenty minutes, depending on how busy the Piccadilly is...”

“Do you want me to send a taxi to pick you up?” James asked.

“No, Christian Grey, I can take the tube. I like it”.

James chuckled.

“Ok, can’t wait to see you. Three days are too many without you...”

“I agree. I’ll be as quick as I can”.

Lucy changed in the toilet and ran for the tube dragging her suitcase and managed to squeeze through the doors of the train as they closed.

For the first time in very long, she felt lighthearted; she had been really worried about the whole situation with James, but she had to admit he was amazing to her and she counted herself very lucky. Plus this whole secret thing was quite exciting. She had changed because she didn’t want to run the risk of being seen entering his building in her uniform, although nobody could know for sure if she lived there or not, her company’s colours made her recognizable and she wanted to play it safe.

As she arrived in Mayfair, Lucy entered the old establishment and cheerfully said hello to the doormen who, again, let her into the lift up to the last floor.

James opened the door in a black t-shirt, grey trackies and messy hair.

“Hey baby,” he said and gave her a kiss as she came in.

“Someone’s been having a lazy day,” said Lucy ruffling his locks.

He smiled and helped her take her suitcase.

“I did some work,” he claimed. “But yeah, it was mostly Nintendo. Anyway, are you tired?”

Lucy removed her coat and threw it on the sofa.

“No, not really. It was a quite short flight ”

“Excellent!” exclaimed James with a big smile as he walked to the fridge.

“Aren’t you pleasantly cheerful?”

James took a bottle of Champagne from the fridge.

“That’s because I’ve got great news”.

“Oh, do share!”

James cleared his voice.

“Back in August, I was sent a script for a movie I was really interested in; which I read for. My agent called me this morning and they’ve asked me to play the part!“.

Lucy ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him.

“That’s great! Well done! What is the part?”

James sat on the sofa and unwrapped the foil around the neck of the bottle.

“It’s the part of a serial killer who terrorised Seattle in the′70s, it’s so introspective and the story is told by a very interesting angle, from inside his mind. I can’t wait to prepare for that!”

“Wow...gnarly! My James, a serial killer. So proud,” she joked.

James chuckled and poured the champagne

“Cheers!” said Lucy clicking her flute against his.

They drank the Champagne while chatting about the details of the story, the aspects of it that James was attracted to and the ones that he was worried about going through on a psychological level. Nonetheless, he was ecstatic. And so was Lucy, who was lost in his emerald eyes and his gorgeous smile as he spoke.

As she finished her second glass, Lucy put the flute on the coffee table and slowly walked to James, kneeling between his legs.

As she kissed his neck, her hand travelled down his chest and inside the elastic of his trousers and began to stroke him.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said softly leaning for a kiss.

James closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Lucy’s stroke became faster.

Then, as she lowered her head, her right hand pulled his trousers down and started to work him with her mouth.

James moaned softly and grabbed her hair steading her rhythm up and down, she looked up and saw that his eyes were still close, his mouth parted in an O shape. She started to move deeper and faster.

“Oh God, like this baby,” the grip on her hair tighter.

Lucy aid her movements with her hand and James’ panting became louder.

“Fuck!” he said breathlessly as he came.


“I’m so happy that we got to work together again babe! It’s going to be a fab flight!” said Jack cheerfully as he emerged from the cabin where he was serving the few passengers.

“I know! It’s my first time in Tokyo too, so I can’t wait for you to show me a good time. If you know what I mean,” she said with a wink.

Jack passed her by and discreetly slapped her bottom, before disappearing behind the curtains again.

Lucy grabbed a tray of dirty flutes and promptly started placing them back into the appropriate rack then, as she noticed her phone illuminating on the galley counter, she grabbed it and read the text.

Have a great flight, baby. Six days is a long time, but I’ll make use of yesterday night’s memories to get me going.

Make sure there is something left for me when I’m back, she replied and added a GIF of him winking.

“Well well well, who’s the guy?” Jack asked with a mischievous look.

“What guy?” Asked Lucy quickly locking her phone.

“Oh honey, don’t bullshit a bullshitter. You’re smiling like a debutant, your eyes are heart-shaped and even your breasts are flaunting! You’re displaying!“.

“I’m not displaying anything,” replied Lucy tucking her phone away. “Just replying to a friend”.

Jack walked closer and observed her thoroughly.

“You’ll crack, Missy”.

Lucy pondered her options for a moment and decided that a white lie would have saved a lot of stress, plus she had some cover stories ready.

“Alright Sherlock, it’s a guy from Tinder”.

Jack clapped his hands in satisfaction.

“I knew it! I want to know all about him!“.

“There’s nothing exciting to know....”

“I’ll be the judge of that...”

Lucy sighed, it was going to be a very long flight.

Lucy put on her heels as she knocked on room 2617; Jack opened the door and laughter and music were immediately audible.

“Hey sweetpea, come on in! My God, you look gorgeous!”

“Thanks, babe, so do you!”

The room was filled with other crew from her team and from flights on the previous days; everyone brought some type of alcohol to enjoy at the pre-party and the atmosphere was getting rowdy.

“Guys!” Jack yelled over the noise. “Taxes are booked for forty-five minutes from now so let’s try not to lose track of time!”

Lucy sat on the big sofa next to the window and opened her miniature gin and a can of tonic and mixed them in a plastic cup.

“Guys do we have time for a round of drunk Cards against Humanity?” asked a tall, blond guy with a northern accent.

The group cheered and they all sat around the coffee table for the game, the rules were simple: the winner took one shot, the worst took three.

Half an hour later Lucy had won one round, lost two and was about seven shots of tequila on top of gin and tonics tipsy.

“You’ll be the death of me,” she said jokingly to the group and reached the minibar for a bottle of water.

As she checked her phone for the time she saw a good morning text from James, who was in New York for a couple of meetings.

She walked into the bathroom and called him.

“Hello?” answered a very sleepy voice.

“Heeeeyyy, good moooorning!” said Lucy.

“Good morning. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m dandy! Having a great time!” Lucy’s speech was slightly slurred.

James was silent for a second, then a soft laugh.

“Are you drunk?”

“Shhhh. But yes, I think I am. G&T and Tequila don’t mix well...”

“Tequila eh?”

“Yes, but only because apparently I’m not very funny,” she said annoyed.

James laughed again


“Nevermind,“said Lucy. “At least I make you laugh”.

“Lucy? We have to go!” Jack knocked on the door.

“One minute!” She yelled.

“Do you miss me?” She then asked James.

“I do. Wish I were there to witness drunk Lucy, must admit”.

“Oh, she’s a bitch. Stay clear of her. I miss you a lot”.

At that moment Jack opened the door.

“We need to go, babe! Talk as you walk!” Then leaned on the phone “Hey Billy, I’ll take care of your Lucy don’t worry” and grabbed her by her wrist, dragging her out of the bathroom and the room.

“I don’t know why but I don’t feel relieved,” said James.

“Neither do I,” agreed Lucy who was power walking on twelve centimeters heels to try and keep up with Jack.

“I better go now, I’m out of breath and about to be pushed in a taxi”.

She could feel James stir and stretch

“Ok baby, please text me when you’re back at the hotel. Don’t make me worry”.

“Awwww. Aren’t you sweet? Will do. Bye!”

“Bye Billy,” yelled Jack.

And Lucy hung up.

“Love his voice,” said Jack. “Deep and manly”.

Lucy looked at him, worried “How do you know?”

“Your loudspeaker was on...” replied Jack casually.

Lucy’s heart sank and cursed the tequila and her low tolerance for alcohol.


“Thank God I didn’t say anything incriminating!” Said Lucy, while reporting her speakerphone incident to Harriet.

“No more public drinking for you then!” Replied her friend.

Lucy rolled her eyes, although she knew Harriet had a point.

“Ok, here are the two dresses I’ve told you about,” said Harriet and displayed the two options on the bed, switching their call to video chat.

Lucy gave them a good look

“I like the blue one, can you show me the back?”

Then Harriet’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, is that him?” she mouthed.

Lucy removed her earphones and turned around; James had just returned from the shops and was emptying a paper bag on the kitchen counter.

“Hey,” she said. “I didn’t hear you coming in”.

James smiled.

“Didn’t want to interrupt your call”.

Lucy walked to the kitchen.

“This is my friend Harriet,” and showed him the phone.

Harriet blushed slightly.

“Hello. Nice to meet you. Huge fan!”

James waved at her.

“Huge fan too, Lucy speaks the world of you”.

“Aw isn’t she sweet?”

“She is!” Agreed James.

Lucy rolled her eyes.

“OK, that’s enough you too.” And she walked back to the sofa.

“Oh. My. God. He’s a cupcake, wanna take a bite,” said Harriet still excited by the interaction.

Lucy laughed sweetly.

“I’ll text you later,” she said.

And the two hang up.

“Your friend seems nice,” said James as Lucy walked to him and helped with the groceries.

“She is, most of the time”.

“When are you going to Rome?” she asked then

“Monday until Wednesday”.

“Very interesting,” she said dramatically. “My on-call days have changed. Guess where I’ll be on Tuesday evening?”

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