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Sally rushes forward, saying, "Drew! Here, this wine goes on your cart!" It doesn't, so why is she saying...
With a fake gasp that would win her no Oscars, Sally tumbles onto one knee. The bottle splashes an arc of deep red wine outward. It lands squarely on the striped shirt of none other than the customer I'd faced off with earlier.
Oh. Shit.
Shit shit shit what is Sally thinking?
I rush forward to help Sally up, trying to ignore the fact that the customer is firing off curses like a machine gun. Drew is already there, apologizing profusely and trying to calm the man down. But it's no use. The customer is furious, and he's not going to let it go.
"Sally!" I seethe quietly. "What--"
"Oh, good call, Drew," she says, loudly. She pushes me forward towards the drink cart Drew was working on. "You clean that. Filia can be your extra help and finish beverages and snacks."
Drew's eyes widen. I know that looks, it's how I must have looked earlier when he trickedme."But––"
"Bye bye, gotta finish in Coach!" Sally crows. Then she's gone, behind the curtain.
Drew glares hotly at me. The striped-shirt man glares, too. I've got two men furious with me while I'm trapped thousands of miles in the air.
That's when I see Marco.
He's sitting in the window seat on the far left of the curtain. I didn't see him earlier before takeoff because the middle divider aisle blocked my view. But here, near the cockpit where Drew left the cart, I have a perfect line of sight.
His green eyes are locked on me. The aisle seat beside him is empty. Does that mean he's flying alone? My mind races with new questions; is he married or is he a bachelor? How old is he? He mentioned an important meeting when we land in Rome. Is he some company bigwig or something else?
Well, I shouldn't waste the opportunity Sally gave me.Pushing the cart, I proceed to finish the service Drew started. He shoots another glare at me when I get close. But I ignore him and go about my business passing out packets of almonds, beer, wine, and sodas. My pulse races as I approach Marco’s seat.
I take a deep breath as I reach him, while he eyes me curiously. I pause and smile at him before saying, "Can I get you anything, sir?"
His lips quirk up in a small smile. "Actually, I was wondering if I could get a little company. It's a long flight, and I'm afraid I'll bore myself to death."
My pulse isn't racing it'ssprinting."Oh, um, I can't––not while I'm working, I mean––"
His laugh is a full baritone. All humor, no malice. "I'm joking. I know you're on the clock." His eyes twinkle as he focuses on me with fresh intent. "If you weren't working, would you have said yes?"
Heat rising in my cheeks and my thighs turn to jelly as I meet his gaze. "Maybe," I say softly. "Sadly, it’s just not something I’m allowed to do. As enjoyable as it might be, it’s impossible.."
He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "It's fun to imagine the impossible."
My heart skips a beat. This handsome, intriguing stranger is flirting with me. And I have to admit, the idea of spending time with him in Rome is incredibly tempting. But I have a job to do, and I can't let myself be distracted.
"I appreciate the offer," I say, forcing myself to step back. "But I really should get back to work."
He nods, still smiling. "Of course. I'll see you around."
As I continue with the beverage service, my mind is racing. What does he want with me? Is he just looking for a casual fling, or is he interested in something more?
Imagine the impossible...
That's not something I do. I never have. But maybe I’ve been paying too much attention to the safety instructions of life.
With just a few quick words and a couple of lingering smiles,Marco has me wondering if, justifI was given the option to get off this plane and explore Rome with him...
Would I say yes?
Chapter Two
It's a long flight, but uneventful. I guess all the exciting stuff was front loaded to the start of the trip. Drew blocks me from First Class after beverage service, and Sally and I end up handling Coach in shifts. I even manage to take a nap on my break. Do I dream about a certain beefy gray-eyed man who smells like an ocean breeze?
