Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“They’ve been a pleasure to work for. I hope you enjoy your visit in California,” I tell her as she walks past me and toward the seats where her husband, Senator McCarthy, and his assistant, Mr. Cockburn, are sitting. Yep, you heard me right. That’s his last name. Try keeping a straight face in front of the uptight dude.
“I’m sure I will.” We leave it at that. I finish washing and rinsing before I go about towel drying the dishes. There’s a rack where it seems semi-secure, but I’m not taking any chances on my watch. It doesn’t take long before I’m moving to my next task, wiping down the counters and taking inventory of what we went through. The tablet Vaughn Air Elite has us use to input what we need is top notch. The senator and his assistant seem to have been a lush with the brandy, and I’m not quite sure we’ll have enough to make it back to New York at the rate they’ve been drinking.
“All done?” Samuel asks.
“Yep. We may have to rush to the liquor store or see if we can order it as soon as we land.” I place the tablet back in the holder. We move out of the kitchen, head to the small area where no one can see us, and take our seats. Plus, we can talk a bit more freely and out of earshot.
“We won’t have to do either. As soon as you input it into the system, it sends a message to the employees on the ground. They fill the order and will cart it to us once the plane is empty of passengers.” Samuel and I buckle ourselves in, a task I’m certain he made sure our guests did as well.
“Wow, Vaughn Air Elite really pulls out all the stops.” This airline is pure opulence and class.
“Tysen and his friends are the masterminds behind everything. They’ve thought of every detail and had this done in a moment’s notice. You’ll get to meet him once we land.” That name slices through me once again at the exact time I feel the wheels come down and a dip in the air jolts my system. I work on my breathing, refusing to think that I could be getting nauseous from landing.
“Well, it’s unbelievably amazing.” My voice catches as the gears hit the pavement and there’s a slight jarring that only makes the bubble in my stomach start to turn. Jesus, this is ridiculous. I’ve never had this issue before, and now that I’m in the air as a career, it seems I’ll have to learn to deal with it.
Nothing is making sense right now.
“You don’t look so good, honey,” Samuel states the obvious. I give him a tight smile and keep a hand over my mouth on the off-chance I can’t make it to the restroom in time. “Go, go, go. I’ll take care of the guests, but use the cabin bathroom just in case.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I rip my seatbelt off and try to be as light on my feet as possible, crossing my fingers that I’m not making any noises, and dart into the bathroom, managing to close the door behind me. I’m barely through the next door before I’m dropping to my knees and expelling everything I’ve got, which isn’t much as it is.
I’m doomed. There’s no other word for it. I’ll be given my marching orders, never to work for Vaughn Air Elite again, and if this keeps happening at the corporate airline, I’ll be out of a job, too. Which luckily, yesterday I was fine. Today, not so much. Another wave of nausea hits me, and I’m lurching upward, holding my hair back while dealing with the same thing all over again.
8
TYSEN
“Maci, are you sure you’re feeling better?” I hear her name, and I know I’m not losing it now. We’ve landed, been taxied to the hanger, the passengers were escorted off the plane and in their respective vehicles they asked for us to have waiting for them, and now this. Her name isn’t popular. The spelling may have fucked me up, but never in my life have I even met someone with her name before. With all the traveling I’ve done, the people I’ve been around, none of them were ever named Maci.
I should have known it was her all along, especially with the way she was bent over at the waist, her ass tipped up, exactly like she did when I bent her over the bed the one and only night we spent together. That thought has me racing through the jet. It doesn’t take me long since we were in the middle of the plane, saying our farewells to McCarthy, his wife, and his assistant. I can’t get a beat off them, yet there’s a lingering doubt in the back of my mind that they’re into something, but what that is, I have no idea. If I had to garner a guess, it’d be that they enjoy the variety of Night Moves, a sex club Johnny owns attached to Undercover Lovers. Whereas I and all of the guys in our group are possessive of our women, I don’t see that being a problem for the people who just left the plane.