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“We were heated up with passion,” she persists. “So with the cold rain splashing down on us, you just knew you had to propose. You went down on one knee. Obviously, I said yes, and the rest, as they say, is history.” Cindy smiles.
“Did you just think that all up?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Sudden color races up her neck and she quickly turns toward the window. Wow! That’s a turn up for the books. Has she been daydreaming about me? Concocting various scenarios in her head? I shake my head at the direction of my own thoughts. No, that’s ridiculous. She’s just being a professional and made the effort to come up with a story my aunt will buy.
Cindy turns her face toward me again and the blush from her cheeks is gone. “Well one of us had to think about it,” she says. “And like I said, your aunt sounds a lot like my grandmother, and I know those are the kinds of things she’d have asked me about.”
“Were you close to your grandmother?” I ask.
“Yes, I was,” she says. “When I was small, we spent a lot of time at her home. My grandfather died while I was little more than a baby and I think my mum was worried grandmother was lonely. She never was though. I mean don’t get me wrong, she missed my grandfather terribly, but she had lots of friends. She was part of a book club and she took cookery classes. She could never have been lonely. She had more of a social life than I’ve ever had. Bingo. Dances. Pie and pea nights down at her local pub. But I was always the apple of her eye. She doted on me. Even as a teenager I was always round her house. When she died … it was difficult.” She trails off.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be,” she says a twist to her lips. “My grandmother was a big part in making me who I am today and I would never change the time I had with her. That’s why I’m so determined to make this work. I wish I had been given a similar chance to make my grandmother happy before she passed away. It’ll be nice to make your great aunt happy.”
“I know my great aunt is going to love you,” I say with a smile. Right then, I knew without a doubt I’d made the right decision in picking her. Cindy is everything my aunt would love to have in my future wife. She’s beautiful, smart, compassionate and kind. The only problem was how I was going to keep my hands off her. With every passing second that was getting harder and harder.
“I hope so,” Cindy murmurs.
For a second our eyes lock and I can feel that thing between us again. It is so strong it’s almost palpable. Then she jumps up suddenly. “I would kind of like to see the inside of a bathroom.”
I point behind me. “Straight to the back of the cabin and it’s the door on your left.”
“Thanks.” She turns to move into the aisle, cuts the corner a little too wide, and her leg brushes against my knee. I feel more than a spark this time. It’s like she plugged me directly into a wall socket. An incredible jolt of tingling temptation slams through my knee and up my thigh. I feel goose bumps rising on my thigh and my cock jumps to life.
“Sorry,” Cindy says as she steps into the aisle.
Her voice is low and breathy and I know she felt the burn of pure lust. That knowledge is going to make remaining professional over the trip a fucking nightmare. I don’t turn to watch her go. I clench my jaw and get a control of myself. When was the last time a woman did that to me?
Never!
I take a couple of deep breaths and consider my options. Abandon the trip with some plausible excuse like a spineless coward, or bite the bullet and get the job done. Put like that my options narrowed down considerably. My control is back by the time Cindy returns from the bathroom.
I can hear her humming to herself as she walks back towards me. She gets to her seat, giving me a wide berth this time. She’s fighting the attraction between us too. If she’s as determined to ignore the raging desire inside her as I am, then I have a better chance of not behaving like a Neanderthal.
Cindy covers a yawn with her hand. “Seriously, there’s just something about flying. I always end up so tired. I can sit in a car or on a bus or train for hours and be fine, but flying does it every time. I blame the air pressure.”
“We still have hours before we land. Why don’t you take a nap?” I suggest. “I have a whole briefcase of work. I’m sure I can entertain myself for a while.”
