Chapter 1
This short piece explores the unheard conversation between the lovely and spirited Maggie Ryan and Pan Am's VP, Everett Hinson, played by the very talented and extremely sexy Scott Cohen. My dear friend tennisnike and I like to think that Everett can be a bit of an ass, and since Maggie always goes the extra mile… well… we thought it might be fun to throw these two together and see what sparks started flyin'.
Disclaimer: I sure as hell don't own Pan Am. If I did, there would be no rumors of cancellation. LOL And Everett Hinson would be a more substantial character. ;)
Warnings: Rated M for the three S's – smutty, sexy, and scandalous. This chapter's kinda tame tho.
Maggie Ryan stood nervously in the elevator of the New York Pan Am building. The slight chill of the air conditioning caused her to pull her cardigan closer around her shoulders. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. Was it really the air conditioning? Or... something else? Someone, perhaps? Her thoughts drifted back a couple of weeks ago to her conversation with Pan Am's Vice President, Mr. Everett Hinson.
"What if I could return the favor?" she'd asked quickly.
Hinson's cool, hazel eyes narrowed, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Saving your job is... more than a favor."
The sudden ding of the elevator snapped her back to reality. The doors opened to the executive floor, and Maggie took a deep breath, her eyes widening as she took in the expensive, rich-looking decor. Thick, plush carpeting covered the floors, and the walls were a deep, silky, shiny oak. Even the lobby chairs were overstuffed. And everything was blue, from a deep navy to the bright, vibrant hue that Pan Am was recognized for worldwide, with a rich cream thrown in for contrast. Tossing her hair, Maggie walked up to the large desk where a young blonde woman sat at a large typewriter. "Excuse me, I'm Maggie Ryan. I have an appointment with Mr. Everett Hinson." She smiled for effect.
The blonde cast her a sideways glance. "Please have a seat, Miss Ryan. His assistant will come for you shortly."
"Thank you," she said, steeling herself as she made her way to one of the comfortable chairs. Settling herself near the edge, she crossed her right ankle over her left, placing her hands atop her knees as she had seen Laura do so many times. Maggie never missed anything, and her observant eyes flitted around the lobby, watching its occupants. However, her nerves were starting to get the best of her, and she wondered why Hinson had asked to see her.
She thought about him for a moment. For an older man, he was strikingly handsome. She hadn't missed that, remembering the first time she'd seen him. Thick, dark hair. Strong features. Always impeccably dressed. He was the epitome of success... and he had the attitude to go with it. But even the strongest men had their weaknesses. Maggie knew that. And Miss Ginny Sadler was Hinson's.
Ah, Ginny. How Hinson had showered her with expensive gifts. Maggie sighed. That fur coat she'd been sporting, even in the summer sun. She smiled to herself as she wondered if Hinson was… compensating for anything. Then she remembered their conversation.
"Speak quickly, Miss Ryan. I have a car waiting," Hinson said quietly, leading her over to an uncrowded area of the terminal.
"It's about Gin – I mean, Miss Sadler." She hated doing it, but God, she needed Pan Am, needed this job…
"Go on," he prodded. His dark brow furrowed, his lips set in a grim line.
Maggie sighed, and then it all came out in a rush… "She's in love with Dean – I mean, the Captain."
Hinson's face never changed, but his eyes… oh, how his eyes conveyed the shock of what she'd just confessed. "And you know this how?"
"I heard them talking in the cockpit just now," she whispered, almost ashamed of herself now.
"I see," he murmured after a moment. "Well, Miss Ryan, I believe I can make that call for you after all." He picked up his briefcase. "If you'll excuse me."
"Mr. Hinson, wait…" Maggie leaned forward and touched his arm. "Please don't fire the Captain."
Hinson held her gaze for a moment. "Anything else, Miss Ryan?"
She blinked back a tear or two. "I'm… sorry, Mr. Hinson."
He sighed and stepped past her, then turned to face her again suddenly. "No, Miss Ryan, I don't believe you are..."
"Miss Ryan?" An older woman approached her. To Maggie, she almost looked like the witch from The Wizard Of Oz. "Follow me, please…"
TBC