“Yeah, it’s time, Nat. I just need to unwind and really figure out where my life is going. I know for sure I am not staying in New York the rest of my life. I am not a fan of the cold or the snow,” that thought alone is enough to make me shiver.
“Good, Soph, you need that. And hey, have I mentioned there’s a few houses in our neighborhood that may go up on the market soon? You know, Alabama is really amazing, plus ahem, we’re here,” she says with a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s definitely on my list to look at. Maybe I can do something from home in the same industry, but not all the hustle and bustle that comes along with New York. Shit, I have a lot of soul searching to do, Nat,” I blow my hair out of my face when I finish talking.
“You’re still young Soph. You have all the time in the world,” she says, but I know she’d be happy with me closer to her and Zack.
“Enough about me, tell me everything that’s going on with your life,” I tell her as I finish packing my bags. I’m just finishing up with my toiletry bag as we finish our conversation.
“Love you guys,” I tell her.
“Love you, Soph. Send me tons of pictures!” she says with a chuckle and then we hang up, and I start cleaning up my house. I don’t want to come home to any chores after taking two weeks off to rest and relax.
Chapter 2
Vince
Being stuck in an airport on the way to a hotel I just franchised the fuck out of is not what I expected. I wanted to sell a few of my other hotels and focus more on the all-inclusive ones out of the states. I’m still in my black slacks, white dress shirt and jacket that I wore for my meeting in Atlanta, Georgia. this morning, and this stop in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, is now turning into nothing but a cluster fuck. The plane has an unexpected mechanical failure, just what I want to hear.
After speaking to the lady at the receptionist desk, she lets me know that it will be another three hours until we’re even expected to start boarding the plane. I already know I’ll be heading to the bar; I need a gin and tonic. I sit down at a vacant bar stool and see that the Marlins are playing and it’s the bottom of the third inning. At least with my drink and baseball, I’ll have something to help waste my time.
“Welcome, what can I get you, sir?” the young bartender states.
“Hey, I’ll have a Tanqueray and tonic,” I respond and then move my eyes back to the screen to watch the game.
The bartender serves my drink, and I down it in a matter of minutes and ask for another one. When I hear a puff of air being exasperated in the seat next to me, I look over and see a slim figure with a mass of blonde hair piled on top of her head haphazardly. She’s wearing what looks like lounge pants, her long sleeve shirt is hanging off one shoulder, and from what I can tell by not seeing straps, she’s braless. It makes me look further down her body, with it being cold and the air conditioning blasting I should be able to tell pretty easily. Only when I get down there, I grimace, she’s definitely wearing a bra of some sort. My eyes travel upwards and land on her face. Her eyes are a deep green. She has a smattering of freckles on her cheeks, and her lips are a cherry red with a gloss on them. I instantly envision her lips that could be wrapped around my cock. The fucker! It’s now thickening with just looking at her.
When I hear her voice ask for a tequila sunrise, I can see she’s just as annoyed as I am.
“Put it on my bill,” I say to the bartender. He nods and carries on making her drink.
“Thank you. You did not have to do that though,” she says breathlessly.
“Don’t mention it. Rough day?” I ask her.
“Yeah, who knew traveling would be so much stress and running around making sure you don’t miss your connecting flight, only to find out said flight is grounded with mechanical issues. I now know why my best friend hates flying,” she says in one gulp of air.
I chuckle and tell her, “Yeah, it’s going to be a bitch to sit and wait, but at least now I have a pretty woman, a drink, and a baseball game to occupy my time.”
She blushes and her eyes go down towards her drink that is now in her hands.
“Sorry, I ramble a lot when I’m flustered,” her cheeks still red, and I can’t look away from her eyes. Her eyes that are soulful and deep.