Flying first class

When I get to the airport, and see Mr Cross sitting there waiting for me, my breath hitch and I flush at how casual yet handsome he looks. Dressed in a brown long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, he finally looks his age.

''Just make sure you get there before daybreak.'' He snaps into his phone.

''No.'' His tone is cold as he once again snaps at whoever is on the other end.

''Miss Smith, so glad that you can finally make it. For a minute there I thought you wouldn't have come,'' Mr Cross said, his voice now becoming soft and calm.

''No sir, as your personal assistant my role is to do my job to the best of my abilities, while pleasing you in everyway.'' I said, hoping he caught onto my double meaning.

He clears his throat. ''I have a photo shoot first thing in the morning, then a little clubbing event in the evening.''

I write down what he said with a nod.

''Will that be all, Mr Cross?''

''I'm also thinking of going to the beach to work on my tan. It has been a while since I have done that.''

Suddenly his phone and he is back to boss mood.

I stand to stretch my legs a bit, because me nor them are fully awake. I look around my surrounding, notice how empty our terminal is. This is maybe the second time I'm ever in an airport and of what I can remember, the place is always packed.

I become aware of eyes on me, so I turn around with a smile, just in time to see Mr Cross looking away from me.

"The jet is here,'' A gentle voice whispers in my ear.

I jump, not realising when Mr Cross is out from his seat and makes his way over to me.

''Jet?'' I ask.

''Yes, did you expect us to take a flight with other people?''

One of his security laughs a little, then takes my luggage.

When we get to the tarmac, I let out a gasp and my eyes widen after seeing what is waiting for us. A slick, black and gold private jet that has the word Cross written in delicate letters.

''That right there, my dear, is the Boeing BBJ MAX 7. Spent seventy-six million dollars of my best money on that beauty. She is fast, just as how she is luxurious.''

I almost squeal at the details and the way how Mr Cross explains his private transport. I can tell that he is passionate about his possessions.

I know my eyes must be glistening, because never have I dream of being on a Jet but here I am now on my way to Miami for the first time.

When I get to the interior, I think I fell in love. Everything is in gold. The ceiling is decorated with LED lights to replicate a starry sky, while the cabin is long and spacious, with curvy lines to evoke the illusion of rolling hills.

When I take my seat, a pretty blonde female comes up to me, offering champagne, and I have two thoughts at that. I hope that he doesn't have a thing for blondes and I can definitely get used to a lifestyle like this.

"Before we take off, let me show you around the jet.''

I nod and get up. In my eagerness I would have fallen flat on my face, but thankfully Mr Cross catches me. Our bodies press against each other before he let me go and I felt like crying out because it is as if he has taken a piece of me.

Does he know the effect he is having on me? I have only met this man, yet he is all I can think about.

''This is obviously the cabin area,'' he said, his voice low and seductive.

''Behind here is the dining area.''

I look around the space in awe. I never expect it to have an actual dining table, much less be long enough to sit roughly nineteen people. There is even a chandelier hanging above, while the oval-shaped table is lined in an expensive looking lining cloth, has flowers in the centre and fine china already set out.

He then takes me to see the bathroom. Again I am blown away by the size. Large enough to fit three people, with a shower and a bath. Next he takes me to the bedroom, and I know I must be blushing because of the dirty thoughts that run through my mind.

''And this is the bedroom. You can rest here when you are ready, seeing that I disrupted your sleep.''

I look at the king sized bed that takes up most of the room, wondering if we would be sharing it.

The pinging of the intercom causes me to jump and a gasp to escape my lips.

(Please take your seat and be prepared for takeoff. Be sure to place your seat in an upright position and fasten your seatbelts. And enjoy the flight.)

We make our way back to the cabin area. This time Mr Cross comes to sit across from me. This leg brushes against mine, making my body run hot. And I couldn't help gawking at the godlike man that sits in the plush leather seat before me.

I nod.

''Use your words,'' he said.

''I am feeling alright, Mr Cross.'' I said.

 We hold each other gaze. His was steady and impassive while my breathing quickens.

'Is he doing this on purpose?' I question myself.

"Tell me about yourself,'' He said, his voice curious.

''I- umm. In my eyes, I am the only child, but I have a younger brother. I live with my roommate, and that's basically it. My life is usually boring. This is the second time I'm ever leaving the country and I hope to own my own sport agency some day.''

''Oh, so my company is just a stepping stone for you?''

''No, not at all,'' I blurt.

I stumble over my next response. ''I am only following in the footsteps of my father. He had the same dream, but sadly, he passed away before it could be fulfilled.''

''I'm sorry for your lost.'' Mr Cross quickly said.

The energy in the cabin drops as he stares out the window at the dark skies as we race towards Miami.