Chapter 2
A/N: I don't own twilight. Stephanie Meyer does. I own my characters.
The plane ride is long and boring but I can't help but be excited to see my best friends Lola and Arabella. I really hope my dad doesn't really think I'm going to be spending my summer vacation working at some hotel cleaning up after people. EWW. "Miss the flight will be landing soon so it will be best for you to buckle up. Is there anything that you need before we land?" The flight attendant asks. "No I'm fine." I say and continue to stare out the window. The one thing my family knows how to do is travel in style. Grandpa Carlisle sent his private jet to Alaska for me.
Daddy was hell bent on making me fly coach the whole way there. Good thing Aunt Alice talked him into letting me use the jet. I would have died if I had to fly coach. Could you picture me in my designer labels traveling coach with a bunch of misfortunate's? I don't think so. The pilot lands the plane smoothly and after I thank the crew for a wonderful trip I grab my very expensive crocodile Birkin purse and make my way out of the plane and hopefully to a paid driver.
To my shock and absolute horror there was a 1965 black ford f-100 waiting for me. Aunt Rose would be so proud. Between her and Jacob I know more than I ever wanted to about cars. I hope the driver is cute. I step off the stairs and wait for the crew to unload my luggage. I flip open my Swarovski studded sidekick and check my texts messages. I hear the horn beep and I look up. Wow the driver is really hot. "Hey princessa can you hurry it up." His sexy voice says. "Excuse me aren't you suppose to get the bags for me?" I say slightly annoyed. "I was told to pick you up and drop you off. Nowhere in that does it mention me dragging around your luggage." He says with cocked eyebrow and smirk.
"You've got to be kidding me. This is a three hundred dollar manicure and six hundred and fifty dollar shoes there is no way I'm ruining either lifting this luggage." I say starting to get really pissed. "Look princessa I don't have all day. Some of us actually have to work for a living. Now get in the truck before I leave you here." He says with another smirk obviously enjoying irritating me. Oh how I wish I could wipe that smirk from his really sexy face. "Lucas, darling would you so kindly put my luggage in that since my transportation is being quite disagreeable."I say fluttering my long lashes at the co-pilot. "Sure thing miss. I'll be more than happy to help." He says nicely and places my Louis Vuitton complete set of luggage which includes the trademark monogrammed canvas, an armoire trunk, a wardrobe trunk, a steamer trunk, four matching suitcases, a hat box, a cruiser bag and a jewelry case in the back of this monstrosity.
I just love Aunt Alice. She never disappoints. My mother nearly chocked when she saw the price tag of $60,1340. She just doesn't understand style or fashion. I know she didn't expect me to travel like some hobo with a duffel bag. I gag at the thought. Lucas finishes placing my bags in the back and gentlemanly opens the door for. I smile at him sweetly and place a crisp 100 dollar bill in his jacket pocket and slide into the front seat gracefully.
"Took you long enough." He says his voice sending shivers down my spine. I look over at him and glare not even dignifying his statement with a response. On further inspection he is absolutely gorgeous. I can tell he's a hybrid by his slightly sweet but spicy scent. His thick wavy jet black hair is combed back away from his beautiful face. He eyes are large and the color of rich espresso and framed with impossibly long ebony lashes. He has a straight nose and full very kissable pink lips. His dulce de leche colored skin practically glows in the sunlight.
And the fact that he has a very sexy goatee does not escape my attention. I have a thing for men with facial hair, mostly because the men in my family can't grow any since their frozen in time before they hit full maturity. Only Jacob could grow facial hair but he never liked it so he always shaves it off. I guess it had to do something with how long his fur is when he phases.
I must look like a deer in headlights staring at him but I can't help it. He's so dam fine. "Sorry I'm not dressed within your standards princessa." He says sarcastically and I can't help but notice how his tight wifebeater hugs his every muscle. He's not bulky or tall like Jacob but more lean and built like my father. He grips the steering wheel harder and the muscles of his finely shaped arms ripple beneath his skin making me bite my lip to keep from sighing at the sight.
He turns to face me when I don't respond probably thinking that I'm a complete idiot right now. Once our eyes meet it's like every thing slows down and goes faster all at the same time. Everything is a blur around me except for him. Fuck me!! I think I'm in love. This must be what imprinting feels like. For a moment I swear he feels it too. His beautiful espresso eyes are boring into me like he can see into my very soul making me never want this moment to end.
"Hey are you ok? I don't want to get in trouble for dropping you off when you're all like spaced out right now. You're not on drugs are you?" He says slightly concerned. Great now he thinks I'm some strung out junkie. "Huh…oh…no god no I'm not on drugs. It's just jet lag. Traveling always does that to me." I say with a nervous laugh. What the fuck has he done to me? I'm usually the sexy, confident, and flirty type. Not some babbling self-conscious moron. "Right. So let's get you to the hotel before I'm really late and lose my job." He says giving me a questioning look.
Perfect just perfect. I've fallen head over heels for a guy that I don't even know his name and he thinks I'm some kind of drugged up spoiled brat princess. Don't you just love first impressions?
A/N: I hope you like this one. Please Review. Next up Carlos's POV.
