Chapter 2

Rose managed to stifle a yawn as she slowly opened her eyes. She wiped the tears that had emerged from yawning before looking around her. She noticed a man sitting in the seat across from her but before she could get a decent look at him, the stewardess appeared in front of her to see if she wanted a drink. Rose smiled and asked for a red wine. The woman nodded and disappeared back to the front of the plane. Rose turned her head back around and realised that the man had similar coloured hair to the guy she seen back at the airport. The stewardess appeared back and handed Rose her wine with a glass. Rose took it and placed it down on her tray table before turning back to the man. As she did, she realised that he was now facing her. Her breath caught in her chest as she realised it was the same man.

"Nice to see you again." He finally said.

Rose smiled. "You too. Thanks again for picking up my earring."

"No problem at all." He leaned over and held out his hand. "The names Jack."

"Rose." She took his hand and shook it, not feeling the need to give anymore of her name than that. The chances of her seeing him once they reached New York were slim.

The two sat for the next couple of hours talking. Rose had learnt that Jack had just started a new job in the media and was on his way to New York to meet with a few agents. Rose had told him about her job and how she was on her way to try and land a TV deal on behalf of one of her clients. They spoke about their lives back home. After talking for a while, they realised that they only lived a town away from each other. Jack told her that he lived with his girlfriend, Laura, at home and Rose told him about Cal. Rose sat listening to Jack talking about his life and realised that he was in a similar situation to herself. He didn't seem happy with his girlfriend but tried to stick with it, assuming it probably would start to get better.

"Not to blow my own trumpet, but she's a bit obsessed with me." Jack laughed. Rose looked at him with a strange look on her face. "Nah, she just is a bit jealous. Doesn't like it when I go away. This job will kill her. They told me it would be a lot of travelling. To be honest I was glad when I got offered the job, it meant I didn't need to be home all the time."

Rose could relate to that. She was glad to be away for the weekend, away from Cal. To be honest, the innocent flirting with Jack made her feel alive again. He had moved into the seat next to her and kept touching her arm when they were talking and laughing together. Rose could feel the electricity shooting through her whenever Jack touched her. Their faces were so close to each other that she could smell his scent. She couldn't deny that he smelt amazing.

She is so beautiful Jack thought to himself. He had been amazed by her beauty when he had seen her in the airport, he couldn't believe his luck when he had boarded and seen her sitting on the other side of the plane. It's a shame they were both seeing someone. They lived so close to each other, yet they had never met before. Jack wondered if he would get to see her again after they landed.

"So, where are you staying?" He asked, taking a drink, unsure if she would actually tell him, given that they had just met a few hours before.

"The Marriott hotel on Broadway. My office is just down the street from there." Rose exclaimed.

Jack almost choked on his drink. "Are you serious?"

Rose nodded. "Why? What's wrong?"

Jack picked up his bag and took out his travel wallet, handing Rose his reservation for his hotel, clearly showing the same hotel.

"Wow, what a coincidence." Rose stuttered. She panicked a bit at first that this stranger would be staying exactly the same place as her, but quickly composed herself. Sure, she didn't really know him but they had sat talking for so long that she felt like she'd known him for a long time. There was something in his eyes that showed her she could trust him.

"Well Jack, would you care to share a cab when we land? Not much point in getting separate ones if we're going to the same place." Rose asked him.

Jack looked surprised. "I'd like that Rose."

They sat and spoke for the remainder of the flight. She talked to Jack about so many different things, things she could never speak to Cal about. Jack wasn't interested in her family name or who she worked for. That was trivial. He wanted to get to know the real Rose. He knew that after they left each other that night, they'd probably see each other around the hotel. It was nicer to keep an air of mystery about them, it added to the excitement.