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by Ellie Danes


  “I love to fly. I hate taking off and landing. I’m always so anxious.” I quickly sipped the rest of my drink, hoping for another to calm my nerves and allow the conversation to flow even more freely with Chance. Unfortunately it didn’t happen. The flight attendant quickly gathered our glasses and then began her preflight safety speech while the plane pushed back from the terminal.

  I closed my eyes, waiting for the worst part of the trip to be over. It seemed like it took forever as we inched down the runway.

  “Are you alright?” Chance’s smooth voice whispered in my ear and I could feel his breath on my skin.

  I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to his voice. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know he was just inches from my face. The thought of him being that close drove me crazy. I opened my eyes briefly as I looked at him. “I’ll be fine.” I was a good liar. I had lied enough on so many bad dates I had lost count, always saying I was having a great time.

  I sunk into my seat as the plane accelerated down the runaway. Instinctively I clutched the armrests, only this time, I found Chance’s arm, and gripped it tightly. Before I realized what I had done we were in the air. Calmness flooded my body as I briefly felt the weightlessness of the plane leveling off. I eased my grip on his arm and I heard him chuckle.

  “Wow, I see you’re perfectly fine.” Chance laughed as he mockingly rubbed his arm and I quickly apologized. “I’d hate to see if you weren’t.”

  The flight attendant immediately made her way back into the first class area and I took the opportunity to request another drink, further looking to calm my nerves and possibly get my creative juices flowing to work on my presentation and pitch.

  Chance joined me and ordered a second glass as he smiled and urged on our conversation. “So, any big surprises for your friend? You know, there’s plenty of trouble to get in while in Vegas?”

  “Her name is Melissa. There will actually a total of four of us. We’ve all be good friends for a while, but as far as surprises, I left all the gag-gifts sitting on my table…so I'll have to do a little shopping first. It's mostly the usual silly girl-stuff.”

  “Girl stuff huh? Like the Chip-n-dales? Lot’s of drinking?”

  I felt myself blushing at the thought of him knowing I’d enjoy watching half naked men. I’m not sure why, since I barely knew him. “Um, I'm really not sure. There'll be some drinking laughing and a lot more drinking. I’m hoping to unwind a little once I get this presentation finished.”

  He laughed and leaned closer to me. “I think it sounds like you'll have a great time.”

  “I'm sure we will. We always do. So I guess you know Vegas pretty well?”

  “Yes. Like the back of my hand.”

  His comment immediately made me look at his hands. His big, strong, tanned hands. I wanted to touch them to see if there were as soft as they looked. “I’ve been there once, a long time ago and Melissa has never been there. That's why we picked that spot. All four of us will be crammed in one room. It'll be like a high-school sleep over.”

  “You had slumber parties in high school?”

  “Well, I guess they really weren't slumber parties. More like where we all crashed after a night of doing things we shouldn’t have. All spread out on the floor mostly.” I suddenly felt like a high school girl all over again, flirting with a college boy and doing something I shouldn’t.

  “Be careful, Vegas can be wild and a bit dangerous, hopefully you’re staying someplace close to all of the action.”

  “We are, it’s one of the nicer places. It was the one thing we all agreed on. None of us wanted to stay in one of those dumpy places we’d all regret.”

  “Smart move.” Chance smiled as he unhooked his seatbelt and stood, slipping off his suit jacket and revealing his tightly fit grey shirt that hugged every chiseled muscle in his body. The attendant quickly grabbed his jacket and hung it up in the closet, still attempting to make small talk. He glanced down at me and smiled. “I’ll let you get some work done.” I watched as he headed toward the front of the plane.

  I took the time to distract myself from staring at his ass and strong body and quickly dug through my purse, pulling out a pad and pen to jot down some ideas for work. I gulped down the rest of the golden bubbly liquid and was quickly met with another glass from the attendant. I could get used to flying this way. I took another quick swig, held on to my glass and closed my eyes. All I could see was his gorgeous smile and that perfect ass.

  Chapter Five

  Chance

  I had to get out of there. Feeling her touch on my arm and then staring at her gorgeous, tanned legs drove me crazy. I could feel myself getting turned on, my pants growing tighter. The smell of her light perfume and those ocean blue eyes had my mind racing. It felt like forever since I had had that feeling.

  I hadn't heard her speak about a man in her life, and I was not going to ask. I didn’t want to know. I wanted to keep pretending that she was single, available. What would it matter if she was?

  There I was, sitting beside one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. The more I looked at her, the more beautiful she became. She wasn’t pretentious or arrogant. She was quite the opposite. She seemed smart, driven, laid back and down right sexy as hell. I stared at myself in the mirror of the tiny bathroom, talking to myself. I willed myself to calm down, but I knew what I wanted, her. The more I thought about not getting turned on, the more it happened. I reached down and adjusted myself, trying to hide my hardness before I returned to my seat.

  I took a deep breath and opened the door. I was immediately met by the blonde flight attendant, her bright white smile and deep green eyes met mine as he hesitated in front of me, blocking my way. Under any other circumstance I might have welcomed the attention and flirting, but today, my mind was on someone else. She tried to make small talk, asking me whether I lived in Vegas or was just visiting. Not that it mattered either way. I knew what she wanted, but it wasn’t going to happen. I politely wrapped up our conversation and headed back toward my seat, pausing a moment to stare at Becca.

  She was wearing the hottest dress. It fit her perfectly, revealing just enough, but not too much. Conservative, yet sexy. I looked at her as long as I could before I began to feel the effect she was having on me. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to resist my urges.

  Chapter Six

  Becca

  The door clicked shut and he immediately pressed me up against the wall, his tongue gently probing my mouth. Those strong hands I had stared at earlier touched my body and set me on fire. I gasped at the feel of his hand against my thigh. I felt like my body would explode. I dared not even open my eyes as I panted. My breasts swelled with his touch. I could feel his heat radiating from his chest as he held me. His warm hands trailed across me, tantalizing my skin. He kissed me, holding my face in one hand, and I could feel his other hand slide up my thigh. I wanted to scream, but I held myself back. Keeping my eyes closed, I allowed it. His kiss came down on me, pressing my head into the wall behind me. I could feel his hot fingertips as they inched from my thigh, closer to my panties. A finger slipped under the edge of my panties, and it slid in. I was willing and I spread my legs open. My body was screaming for him.

  I bit down on his lip, wanting more from him. My body had wanted it since I first saw him. His kiss had a hold on me, and he tugged on my lower lip and began to suck on it. I briefly thought about the other passengers in the cabin, only the thin metal door and noise from the engines muffling our secret. Chance moved his hand and allowed his fingers to explore me. He was in, and his hand roamed around inside my panties. He buried his head in my chest and I unbuttoned my dress, only stopping when his hand met mine, deftly plucking the buttons open with a single twist.

  My nipples were hard and so sensitive as he lowered his head and began licking them. I heard his throaty groans as his breath danced across my breasts. Tugging on my nipple, he had it in his mouth and I began sliding down the wall.

  I reached down
and felt him, his hardness filling his tight black pants and it instantly made me want it. I gripped hold of his pants and twisted them between my fingers. His bulge filling my hand as I began to tug at his belt with the other.

  He leaned into me again, his lips nibbled at my ear, and I could feel his breath against my neck sending shivers down my spine. “Chance…yes…I want you…” I panted his named as he slid my panties to the side.

  I quickly unzipped his pants and slid my hand inside, releasing him. His shaft was hard, throbbing for more. I guided him towards me as he whispered in my ear, telling me to wait. How he wanted to tease me just a bit more. My body couldn’t take it as I pulled him close, wanting him to fill me. I gasped for air as his hands reached around, cupping my ass, his mouth finding my neck and then he entered me. My body trembled with electricity as he pushed me against the door, slowly thrusting as his lips danced across my neck. I whispered his name again as I stifled my moans, not wanting anyone outside to hear us.

  My body shuddered as he brought me to total ecstasy, my arms held him tightly around the neck, supporting myself as I tried to regain my strength. He gently eased himself away from me and smiled.

  “What about you?” I looked him directly in the eyes as I reached for him.

  “Not now,” He smiled. “There’s plenty of time for me, Becca…” The rolling of the plane jostled my head against the wall as I heard his voice again, “Becca?”

  I opened my eyes as I attempted to get my bearings, the champagne class still in my hand and the pad of paper and pen in my lap. “I’m sorry, what?” I batted my eyes as I tried to focus and looked at Chance. I could feel my face redden as I looked at him, wondering if I had spoken during my vivid dream.

  “I was just asking if you were done with your drink or if you wanted another.” Chance smiled as he waited for my response but I was too dumbfounded to answer, my dream still resonating in my head. I quietly handed the attendant my empty glass and made my way to the bathroom.

  I splashed cool water onto my face and let it trickle down between my breasts. I could still feel the heat of his hands. The bathroom was nothing like my dream, but it didn’t matter. My body shivered at the thought of what I had dreamed about, still turned on. I took a deep breath and opened the door, and headed back to my seat, still wondering whether Chance knew my secret.

  “So you’re the lucky girl?” The flight attendant smiled at me as I attempted to pass.

  I looked at her as I tilted my head, my lips pursed. “Excuse me?”

  “You’re the one he gave his ticket to. The gentleman in 1B.” I watched as her head motioned towards Chance.

  “Um, I don’t think so. I was on standby for this flight and I was upgraded.” I smiled at her as I made my way back to my seat. Chance’s million-dollar smile greeted me upon my return and I could feel my face immediately redden once again. I sunk into my seat and stared straight ahead, wondering if there was any truth to her statement. It’s taken care of, that’s what the ticket clerk had said.

  I wondered why someone like him would have helped me for no reason. I didn’t know, but I was glad he did. If even for a brief moment, a fantasy had come true.

  Chapter Seven

  Chance

  “Is everything alright? Too much champagne?” I looked at her perfect face, redness had taken over her slightly tanned complexion, as if the alcohol had settled in. “You may want to take it easy before your long weekend of partying.”

  Becca looked a little flustered as she sank into her seat and managed an awkward smile. “I’ll be fine. I just didn’t have much to eat this morning, so it’s going right to my head. Maybe I’ll take a little nap and sleep it off, we do have another three hours until we get there.”

  I watched as she quietly closed her eyes and drifted off. She was absolute perfection. I would have loved to watch her longer, but I had work I needed to get done myself.

  My grey covered tablet was just within reach and I quickly tossed open the flap and swiped the screen to reveal the picture of Sara and I, taken on our trip to Bermuda. It had been taken almost two years ago. Back when things seemed to be much better. When I was happy. I quickly unlocked the screen, making the picture fade away, and glanced over at Becca, wondering if she had awakened long enough to see it. She hadn’t. Still asleep like an angel.

  A few taps and I had completely removed the picture, but not the memory. I remembered how I had left this morning, simply brushing past Sara on my way out. Not so much as a goodbye or even a kiss. I had turned my phone off so there was no opportunity to speak with her. I felt bad for how we had parted, but I didn’t regret leaving. It was something I had wanted to do for a while and something had given me the willpower to finally follow through.

  There would be quite a few upset individuals when they learned Sara wasn’t going to be with me on this trip. It was something I was willing to deal with. I needed to be able to live my life, on my terms. I had always been trying to please everyone else, but never myself. Things had to change.

  I glanced over at Becca, only able to see her from the waist down without drawing attention to the fact that I was looking at her. Her legs were phenomenal and I felt myself getting turned on again. I focused on my tablet and tapped through to my email after having connected to the Wi-Fi network on the plane. I had been waiting for a status update on the new Midtown project. Finally, things were ahead of schedule. I had been busting my ass on this side project for the last year and we were just about to begin the sales and marketing aspect as well as our test opening. If everything went smoothly I’d likely be back in Howard’s good graces. He was a bitch to please. Something I had failed at miserably for as long as I could remember. This morning’s circumstances wouldn’t help things.

  Becca shifted in her seat, lightly tossing her hair back making it brush against my shoulder sending her scent into my nose. I took it in and closed my eyes. Everything seemed to disappear.

  Chapter Eight

  Becca

  I rubbed my eyes and glanced down at my watch. I had been out for longer than I had thought. The flight would be over soon and the only thing I had accomplished was a really vivid dream about a guy I didn’t even know. I probably should have accepted that, except I knew Matthew was going to want my marketing pitch within the next day and I sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin my trip for him.

  Chance was tapping away on his tablet. He appeared to be deep in thought, working hard, something I should be doing, but I couldn’t focus. A weird feeling had crept over me. Maybe it was the dream, or the brief encounter clutching his arm, but I was drawn to him. I felt like I had known Chance for longer than the few hours we actually had known each other, but I knew nothing about him. I wanted to know more. I needed to know more.

  Every blind date, bad date or terrible boyfriend I had had never intrigued me like Chance did. It was likely the fact that he was way out of my league. He was obviously a polished, successful businessman. Everything about him exuded class. I was merely a twenty-something marketing executive at Johnson Boone. Too bad I wasn’t as good at marketing myself. The thought made me snicker as I glanced over at Chance. “Looks like you’re caught up in work too, huh? Is it going to be a busy weekend at the…?” I let my statement hang, hoping he would fill in the rest.

  “…Office? Always. My job is twenty-four-seven. I’m always answering to someone or running around taking care of things. Lot’s of deadlines and lots of baby sitting.” He chuckled as looked at me and kept tapping away.

  “Baby sitting huh? Are you full-time nanny?” I giggled at my own joke, hoping he would find it funny as well.

  “Close. I work in the family business managing large-scale development projects. When I’m here in Vegas it’s basically baby sitting.” Chance eyed the blank pad of paper on my lap and smiled. “So, making any progress on your deadline?”

  “Some.” I laughed. “Ok, not as much as I should, but I perform better under pressure and tight deadlines. I’ll be able to get every
thing done as soon as I hit the hotel.” I doodled with the pen a bit as I wondered more about him. I wanted to ask more questions, but didn’t want to pry. He seemed as if he didn’t want to talk about his work.

  I watched as he flipped through screens, catching a glimpse of his left hand. No ring. I shook my head and tried to figure out exactly where I was going with these wild thoughts. So Becca, just because he isn’t wearing a ring doesn’t mean he isn’t taken. Maybe he was a player. The type of guy that impressed you and used you, but that didn’t make sense. He didn’t even tell me he bought my ticket. In fact I would have never known if it wasn’t for the flight attendants talking.

  I gave up trying to figure him out and allowed my mind to focus on other things, including the bachelorette party. I jotted down some notes of things to do. Some from memory that I had included on the list, which was still in the bag at my apartment, and some new ideas that had popped into my head.

  Strippers??? I quickly scratched through the word so it couldn’t be read. I jotted down a few other things and then gave up. No plans. We are just going to wing it. Something I didn’t usually do. I liked to plan and have a plan. I’ve only ever made a few exceptions and they had always gotten me into trouble. Especially when Courtney was involved. Court went to college with Melissa and I. We all lived together and she was always the spontaneous one. If we didn’t have a plan she’d come up with something for us to do and it always ended with us being drunk and not remembering much from the previous night. This wasn’t going to be one of those weekends.

  I wondered if she had calmed down since she got engaged. Jeremy, her fiancé, was just as wild. Maybe even more wild, but I couldn’t believe that could last for long. The engagement or the wildness. No sooner had she announced her engagement, she called it off, then it was back on. We all had a lot of catching up to do, even though we all lived in the same city.

 

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