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He points to Anthony, who waves at me a little too excitedly. Does this man know what’s going on?
Aleksander leaves me by myself for a moment, then walks back briskly as he takes me by the arm again. I’m getting tired of his overfamiliarity, to be honest, but feeling him touching me reminds me of how much he turned me on when he spanked me. I can’t get that damn fantasy out of my head no matter what I do, and the fact that I masturbated to the thought of him makes it even more embarrassing.
“Okay, you ready to watch me fly a plane?”
I look at him with narrow, bored eyes. He’s not funny like he thinks he is, and I’ve always made sure that I never laugh at a joke that doesn’t land just to save a man’s ego.
“Ha ha, you’re adorable,” I reply, unamused.
“No, I really mean it. I’m going to fly the plane, and I want you to hang out in the cockpit with me,” he repeats, almost offended that I didn’t believe him from the jump.
Unwilling to make myself look like a fool again, I choose to keep my mouth shut until he either shows me evidence or drops the joke altogether.
When he takes me up the stairs to the plane, I feel one last lurch in my stomach about the flight before we step inside. I need to put on a brave face, but I’m still uneasy about getting onto an aircraft with someone I know so little. In fact, I know nothing about him at all except that he’s a criminal.
As soon as we get in the plane, he leads me to the very front. I’m still not convinced that he would even know how to start an airplane, but I’m curious to see how far he goes with this joke.
“So, how long have you known how to fly?” I ask, indulging him for the sake of it.
“Oh, a couple of years. I was tired of not knowing what was going on when I would fly to and from Russia, and I had the means to learn, so I did. It’s a lot easier to feel secure about a long flight when you’re the one in control,” he replies, leading me into the cockpit and closing the door behind us.
“Yeah, I thought you said you weren’t a control freak,” I say jokingly. “Needing to fly your own plane is like, the most neurotic thing ever.”
He glares at me from the side, smiling. “Okay, you might be right about that. I guess I can’t underestimate you, huh?”
Damn it.
I step up to the controls, careful not to touch anything even though I know that the plane won’t turn on automatically like my mom’s Kia Forte. It all just feels so intimidating. The layout of the control board looks like a tiny city from a bird's-eye view, which I guess makes a little too much sense.
“You know, I wanted to be a pilot. I was hoping to win a lot of money at the slots so that I could go to flight school, but I didn’t end up getting lucky enough. You know there are people at those places who win every day and they’re just going to piss it all away on expensive bullshit and alcohol,” I say, feeling a twinge of resentment for the people I’ve seen win the lottery on TV. It should be illegal to spend so much money on such worthless things when there are people who could truly benefit from it.
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t I give you your first lesson? It’s the least I can do,” he replies, his eyes fully engaged in the conversation. Suddenly I’m interesting to him, and it makes my belly warm.
“What? There’s no way you’ll do that. I’ve never touched any of this stuff in my life. Maybe I should just watch for now,” I stammer. Am I really going to back out of such an amazing opportunity? Why am I getting so scared all of the sudden?
“No, of course not. I’m going to make sure that you’re at the top of your class when youdogo to flight school,” he replies, motioning me over to him at the very front.
My eyes fall, and the familiar pang of sadness grips my chest for a moment. “Oh, well... that’s never going to happen at this rate, at least not with the debt I have from my degree. I wish, though.”
“I’ll tell you what. If you don’t give me any issues at all in Tokyo, I’ll teach you how to fly. I have the education, but I can make sure it looks legit and everything so you can fly for any soul-sucking commercial airline in the country. Butabsolutelynohorseshit, do you understand me?”
It feels too good to be true. How could getting kidnapped end up being the best thing that ever happened to me?
“Um, I mean, I definitely wasn’t going to give you any issues in Tokyo, but I’d love for you to teach me to fly,” I reply, trying to suppress the part of me that’s allowing this empty promise to win me over.
He pulls me just a bit closer to him at the front, and my heart skips a beat. “Then we’ll start now. I might as well give you a taste of the product in order to get you hooked, right? That’s how all the pros do it.”
Even though the extenuating circumstances are extremely strange, I’m more than grateful for the chance to learn to fly by someone likehim.I need to stop putting him on a pedestal or I’m going to get myself hurt, but it’s so hard now. He’s become someone I can admire, which is something I should be just a little more ashamed of than I am.
He guides me through the beginning procedure, and I’m shaking all over from the anticipation, nerves, and adrenaline coursing through my body. I’m shocked that I can even stand – the last time I was this incapacitated by a physical sensation was from sex. Is flying with Aleksander going to be better than sex?
His hands remain on top of mine as we begin to remove the plane from its stationary position. My heart is pounding in my throat and ears, and I’m waiting for my brain to short out from the stress and sudden responsibility of it all. It’s not like I’m performing surgery, but I went from being a trophy hostage to holding lives in my hands in the span of one hour.
“I know you can do this; I have faith in you. Just let me do all the hard parts,” he says as he continues to guide me.
I’ve never felt this thrilled about anything in my life, and I thought that the chance that I’d get to feel something like this was long gone. If I think about it too long, I’ll get emotional, so I choose to focus all my energy on remembering the order of the steps as he explains them. I’m sure most of it will be lost in the mess of hysterical excitement that is currently drowning out any executive function right now.
“You’re doing great, don’t stress,” he continues, bracing me for takeoff.
