Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“I’m not complaining, but this is the type of job people kill for, except me. I don’t look great in orange, and I’m thinking prison wouldn’t be very kind to me,” I joke with him.
“Oh, Maci, we all know you don’t play for the same sex, so prison is definitely out. I’m here at least once a week, and if they need you and our schedule aligns, I’d want nothing more than to have you here with me.” I do some quick math. Between maybe getting two shifts here a month and working for the airline, I’d have my credit cards paid off in no time. Then it’ll come down to saving as much as I possibly can and maybe find a one-bedroom or studio apartment that won’t eat my paycheck.
“Thank you all the same. I know I’ve said this probably a hundred times, but seriously, it bears repeating.” I stand in the small galley kitchen. The way the plane is set up is pretty cool. I don’t have much to compare it to, but I can tell you this: it’s freaking tricked out. There’s a dark wood table at the front on both sides of the aisle, rich leather chairs, which is where the sire douche bag is currently sitting and glancing at where I’m standing. In the middle, there are eight seats in the same beige color as the other chairs, which gives it a luxurious feel. There’s a small restroom to the side for everyone to use in the main area.
Where Samuel and I are, in the small galley-style kitchen, we can prep drinks as well as food, and that part isn’t exuberant but more along the lines of snack foods and sandwiches. Last but not least is the bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, shower included. You’d think it’d be on the smaller side, but that’s not the case; two people could easily fit in there with no problem.
Don’t go there, Maci Vesper, do not got there.
Anytime I walk into a bathroom, near a bed, and let’s face it, lean against a wall of any sort, I’m instantly reminded of that night in Vegas.
“Maci.” He flings his hand toward me, brushing my gratitude off. I scoff. He has no idea that it means everything to me. “You don’t have to keep thanking me, sweetie. Now, how about I entertain the guys at the table while you wake up the miss?” He rolls his eyes dramatically and saves me once again. I’m sure I could handle the big honcho without making a spectacle of the situation. The only problem would be if he got bold and tried to grab my ass. Then all bets are off. I’d pull out the self-defense moves my dad taught me and more than likely get fired on the spot.
“Saving my bacon yet again. I owe you. What about a drink when we get back?” I suggest.
“A night on the town, drinks and dancing,” Samuel counters.
“Works for me. I’m still buying you a drink or ten,” I say the last on a muted breath.
“Get out of here. You’re on, and one drink. But I’m introducing you to my kind of bars.” Instead of waiting for me to respond, he turns on his heel and sways his hips in an extra exaggerated way. Oh, I can already tell it’s going to be a hell of a fun time to go out with Samuel and his friends.
I head toward the back bedroom, a few steps away at most, and lightly tap on the metal door, trying to wake her up gently in case she’s asleep.
“Come in,” Mrs. McCarthy says almost immediately.
“Hi, I wanted to let you know we’ll be landing in about ten minutes,” I say as I open the door yet don’t step so much as a foot inside the room.
“Thank you. I’ll be right out,” she responds.
“You’re welcome.” I close the door quietly and clean up the few dishes that Samuel placed in the sink. The one downfall of this gig is we have to clean after the passengers disembark. It’s not a lot, though, since for the most part, we’ve been cleaning as we go along. I’ll make the bed when Mrs. McCarthy is out of the bedroom, run the vacuum so they’ll have those pristine carpet lines, and Samuel mentioned he’d wipe everything down and look after the bathroom. That is until we land back in New York or Florida. I’m almost certain we’ll need to do a deeper clean once return to our home airport. Though, this is my first rodeo here, and things could be different.
“Thank you, Maci. Tysen and Liam have absolute gems working for them.” My stomach tilts sideways at hearing his name when I myself don’t say it out in the open. Even when I’m in the throes of ecstasy, I say his name in my head, and, well, I also do that because I don’t want my parents to hear me getting myself off.