Chapter Two
Ask Me A Question, And I'll Make You Need To Ask Another

The flight to Amsterdam was long, and thankfully I sat between Nathan and Parker, instead of Hardison and Eliot, who were spending the flight competing against each other in silly little games like hangman and whatnot. They even ended up making up their own game, which was apparently called "The Hot Women Test," where they tried to see how many attractive women would talk to them during the duration of the flight. I settled back into the comfortable seats of first class and tried to ignore them as I read my book.

Before we left, Nathan informed us that we were going to be staying at the best and most expensive hotel in Amsterdam called "The Dylan". It was over £400 a night, which pretty much doubled in American money. He showed us a brochure, and it was beautiful. I started to find myself getting a little excited about the trip, despite myself.

However, since it was short notice, they only had three room's available, which meant four of us needed to share a room with another person.

"I want to room with Sophie," Parker spoke up, much to my own surprise. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised, then back at Nate.

Nathan shrugged, "I was thinking you two should share anyway, since you're both the only women."

If I had my way with things, I would be rooming with Nate, but Parker wouldn't be so bad. She played with my last nerve every so often, but all in all I did like the girl.

"I think they should share too, unless you want to join in the competition phase their going through, Nate?" I joked as I pointed to Hardison and Eliot.

"Big boss get's his own room, I see how it is, it's cause I'm black ain't it?" Hardison replied, jokingly pretending to be offended.

"Me and Sophie aren't black, and we have to share a room," Parker said, honestly confused.

"It was a joke, Parker," Eliot said in clarification.

"Oh," Parker's face contorted as she tried to figure it out, "It wasn't very funny."

"Now she's diggin on my jokes," Hardison said, laughing a little.

"Well jokes are supposed to be funny, correct?"

"Alright, alright everyone, finish your packing, we'll be leaving early in the morning," Nathan interrupted, stopping the conversation.

There was maybe an hour left of the flight, and my book was starting to bore me. I put it down and checked to see what the others were doing. Eliot and Hardison were still at their games, Nate had fallen asleep, and Parker was looking out the window with her chin on her hand.

She looked so innocent sometimes, and I couldn't help but wonder what made her, well, the way she was. Something must to have happened to her as a child, to render her mentally imbalanced and so... completely and blatantly immodest. Sometimes I envy her for the last aspect of her personality. While she was right earlier, me, a British woman, was very uninhibited in the bedroom, outside of it I was shy and embarrassed to talk of things like that.

Parker turned to catch me looking at her, and I awkwardly averted my eyes to avoid her thinking I was staring at her. I was, but I didn't want her to know that.

"If I'm pleasing to look at for you, you can look at me, you know," Parker said blatantly, and I flushed.

"That's not why I... I was just... thinking, that's all. I'm sorry for staring, that was rude," I apologized.

"It's fine. What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I answered quickly. I didn't want to start asking about Parker's past, I didn't know her well enough to feel comfortable doing so. "It was nothing."

"It must have been something, you were burning a hole in the back of my head."

I chuckled a little, and looked down at my book a minute before raising my head back up to look at her. "You just looked really innocent right then, that was all."

"Nobody's innocent, Sophie. Especially not any of us."

I laughed lightly, "I know, I just meant your physical featured reflected innocence."

"Oh," she said, then cocked her head to the side as if analyzing something very interesting. "I suppose we're all innocent in some aspects of our life, and when we think about them it shows on our face."

"What are you innocent of?" I asked, honestly curious.

Parker smiled at me, "I can't give you all my secrets."

"Oh come on," I prodded.

"I'll make you a deal," she replied. "I'll answer one of your questions, if you answer one of mine. Truthfully."

I knew this could lead somewhere potentially embarrassing for me, but my curiosity overtook my good sense and I agreed, "Alright. So what were you thinking about just then that made you look that way?"

"Love," she stated.

My eyebrows shot up, that was one of the last things I was expecting to hear. "Love?"

Parker explained, "You know, it's funny, because I see it in the movies, read about it in books, so you would think I would understand the basic concept of it, but I just don't."

"You've never been in love? Ever?" I asked in disbelief. A woman her age should have fallen in love at least once in their life.

"No, I've always refused to allow myself to fall for someone who could never love me in return."

"You don't think anyone's ever loved you?" I asked, still in disbelief.

"You're asking more questions than allowed, you know," Parker said slightly teasing, but answered. "I know they haven't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm crazy," she stated simply, as if it were nothing.

I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say to that, and there was silence between us for a minute before she said, "My turn."

I cleared my throat and nodded, attempting to mentally prepare myself for whatever she was about to ask.

"Was I right?"

"About what?" I asked.

"About the British in bed," she clarified, smirking.

I flushed a little and replied, "I can't speak for every Brit on the planet, but for myself..." Parker raised her eyebrows expectantly as she awaited my answer. "Yes."

Parker seemed much more interested now, and turned more to face me, and asked, "Are you kinky like the rest of them?"

"Parker!" I exclaimed, turning even redder.

"You asked me three questions, it's only fair I get to ask you three back," she said, and I sighed. She was right. But really, it wasn't fair that she was right.

"I... Uh..." I stuttered, trying to figure out exactly how to answer the question. "I guess you would say so."

This was embarrassing, and I really wished we were in Amsterdam right now. I already knew what her last question would be, and was convinced she just enjoyed watching me squirm, because this was killing me.

"What kind of kinky stuff?" She asked, and I put my head in my hands.

She asked it, of course she asked it. I couldn't help but think that my questions to her were far easier, but then I thought about it and realized that these questions she would probably rather answer than the ones that I gave her.

I mumbled something incoherent as an answer to try to avoid it, but she asked, "What?"

"Iliketyingpeopleup," I mumbled again, only a little more loudly. Cue face resembling a tomato.

"Ohh, I like that too," she replied with a naughty little smirk on her face.

I took my face out of my hands to ask, "Are we done?"

Parker laughed, "Yeah, we're done. We're almost in Amsterdam anyway, see? We're starting our decent."

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window to see that she was right. I needed to get out of this plane, it was becoming uncomfortably hot in here all of a sudden as I tried very hard not to picture Parker doing the same thing I enjoyed. It wasn't like I usually thought perverted thoughts about Parker, but when someone says something, sometimes your imagination gets the best of you before you can stop it.

"You're thinking something perverted," Parker said amused as she noticed the look on my face.

"Oh lord!" I exclaimed, and my head went back in my hands, where I opted it to stay for the duration of the flight.

TBC...