Sitting in her seat, she placed her knapsack on the seat next to her and strapped it in. The steward had told her that there would be no one occupying the seat next to her. The plane took off without a hitch and the expected time of arrival in Melbourne was 11.00am, on September 17th 2 days before her 25th birthday. Jazz had forgotten that her birthday was nearing. She settled back into her seat, not wanting to think about birthdays or anything that would bring back the memory of happier times. Not just yet. Not until she was sure that she could no longer feel, because when she could no longer feel then nothing else could hurt her anymore.
Between the steward waking her for her meals and her own starts from slumber, Jazz was happy to arrive in Singapore so that she could stretch her legs whilst the plane refuelled before its last leg to Melbourne. Another 7 hours and then who knew what. Someone was apparently supposed to meet her there and then take her…where ever. She couldn’t remember the dreams that woke her from her sleep. They left her aching. Sometimes aching in her heart and so she guessed she dreamt of her parents, but even more strangely, her vagina sometimes ached, and Jazz was embarrassed at the thought of her having any sort of erotic dreams whilst not in the privacy of her bedroom. These dreams worried her because they were becoming more frequent. She couldn’t go back to the doctor and say to him ‘Hey doc, you know that aching I’ve been bitching about lately? Well, now my vagina keeps clenching and creaming and I have to keep changing my panties. Do you think that I have some sort of virus?’ Yeah, that would make him keep a straight face. He’d probably tell her that it was stress affecting her hormones and shove her on a different contraceptive pill to adjust her body’s hormones. The dreams also made her feel guilty; all she could remember were stormy eyes. How was she able to even think of pleasure when mentally she was still devastated by the past year’s events? It didn’t stop the dreams and the toll was slowly showing in her eyes when she looked at herself in the mirror. There were shadows in the deep brown and sometimes her pupils seemed non-existent, lost in the brown.
After a brief stop in Singapore, the last leg to Melbourne flew. No sooner had she seemed to settle back into her seat and had finished off a meal than the plan made its approach into Tullamarine Airport. There were no problems with customs and there was no need for her to fight her way through the baggage carousels as she’d managed to take her luggage on board. Finally exiting into a foyer packed with people Jazz made her way past the barriers and then looked over the sea of faces for someone holding a placard with her name on it.
Nothing, no one holding up her name anywhere that she could see. Time to go to the café she saw across the crowded foyer and get a coffee to wait whomever she was here to meet. After ordering a double shot latte, sitting down in one of the secluded seats towards the back, Jazz began to feel annoyed. Her temper was legendary in the family. Much like her father’s when it was riled and allowed freedom.
This was a joke. Did I really make it half way around the world to be stood up in an airport? No cell phone to call the bloody Administrator and demand to know what the Hell was going on. C’mon Jazz, don’t lose your cool now. Whoever was to meet her had probably been caught in traffic or something, and anyway no one actually believed that flights were ever on time or early did they? Just sit there like a good girl, try to relax and drink your coffee. By the time you do that then your guide will be there to get you. She sighed and closed her eyes in bliss at the strong drugging taste of rich coffee saturated in milk. When she opened her eyes they clashed with a pair of blue/grey eyes. The man heading her way was yummy. There was no other description. He had black hair that fell across his brow, shading the intensity she had glimpsed in his eyes. Jazz’s pussy clenched with lust and she quickly looked down at the tabletop. God Jazz, get a grip here. Maybe it really was time to lose her virginity, especially if just the mere sight of a dreamy guy sent cream flooding her panties.
“Miss Chevalier, I believe.”
Jazz looked up, straight into the face of the man she had just been eying off. “Yes, and you are?” feeling a blush staining her cheeks.
“Joshua McAllister. I’m sure that the Administrator let you know that someone was to meet you. Sorry I’m a little late, but clearance to land was a little longer forthcoming than I anticipated.” He grinned at her whilst watching her steadily.
“The Administrator did say that I would be met Mr. McAllister, just not who it would be.” This man could make someone burn with that boyish smile and sinfully good looks; she clenched her thighs closer together in an attempt to ignore the heat.
“Please, call me Josh,” grinning at her again. Lord, the man was dangerous, thought Jazz as she shifted uncomfortably on the chair as she felt her pussy flooding her panties yet again.
“Did you say clearance to land?” Good lord, another flight and to where now? She was just so tired of not knowing what was happening to her life. Things had been hectic yet simple before the death of her parent. Now she was about to undertake yet another flight and for the first time ever this horniness was ridiculously out of control….in an airport no less!
“Yes, so if you’re about ready Miss Chevalier, we really need to get going so that we don’t lose the window and then have to beg for a quicker one than the tower will allow us.” He picked up her luggage and watched her hand clench on the knapsack and a dazed look cloud her eyes. They changed to warm liquid with that expression and Josh felt her arousal hit him. It reminded him of chocolate and autumn; the scent of her arousal was affecting him more than it should have. Damn it, he thought, things could get dangerous fast at this unexpected development. Her smell called to him at a time he couldn’t afford to be distracted; none of the other women’s arousal affected him like this. She wouldn’t be safe until they reached Solace and even then that wasn’t as safe as the name it had been given. There was a spy, someone willing to destroy what had for centuries been established and hard fought for. It was going to be hard enough with her having to come to terms with her life, let alone the added dangers from an unknown source.
“Where are we going?” She looked up at him as she stood noticing the harsh plane of his angel like face. Gorgeous maybe, but apart from that brief flash of humour a coldness that said hand’s off. Lord he was tall. But she didn’t feel threatened by his height. At just over 5 feet, she always felt diminutive, but no more so than at this particular moment. She couldn’t understand it but she just wanted to curl herself into him for protection. It was ridiculous and she determinedly looked away so she could get her emotions, as well as her crazy body under her control. Control was everything; her parents had told her that when she realised that although small she had strengths that most didn’t have. It was something that her mother and father had instilled in her; always keep in control, emotion could lead to danger.
“We’re going to the Solace.” He started walking away towards the escalators leaving Jazz no choice but to follow.
At a door marked as ‘authorised personnel only’, he keyed in a code allowing them access to a mundane tunnel. She continued to follow him through the corridors, passing people wearing uniforms of airlines until they finally reached a door that let them out onto tarmac. There in front of them was a small Lear jet with the corporation’s logo of a dragonfly, fleur de Lys and wolf’s paw on a shield.
He looked over his shoulder at the steps to the jet, “Come.”
He didn’t even look back after that demand, Jazz thought with her lips tightening. Arrogant male. He may look good enough to get her all wet and flustered but his attitude stank; didn’t he realise that her life had been a nightmare for the past 12 months and that she’d barely managed to keep her sanity and follow through with her father’s wishes? She followed him into the jet and watched as he placed her bag next to a seat, then just continued to walk straight through to the cockpit.
Fine! I suppose I’ll just sit here like a dog then. Did this guy even realise that she was the head of her family now and… Jazz flopped into the seat, deflated at the reminder of her parents’ death and looked around, seeing that a woman she had not noticed upon entering was closing the cabin door. She watched as the woman made her way towards her.
“Good morning Miss Chevalier. My name is Eve. Can I get you anything before we take off or would you prefer a drink once in the air?”
“Um, a drink when we’ve taken off is fine. Thank you.” Was McAllister staying with the pilot?
“Josh will have us out of here shortly, so if you wouldn’t mind buckling your seat belt then I’ll let him know that you’re all settled so he can take off.”
Jazz clipped her seat belt together and watched the woman Eve go through the same door Josh had disappeared through. She felt the engines power up and then they were rattling down the runway. The world slipped away as she watched Melbourne airport disappear as they climbed through cloud.
Well Dad, here I go again to God only knows where. I hope you and Mum knew what you were doing asking me to do this and I hope to hell that I don’t die by following through with this. She closed her eyes wearily and even with the sleep she’d managed to grab on the flight to Melbourne drifted once more to sleep.