3 ½ reasons men suck
As usual, I don't own any of it, except maybe the dialogue. Still not sure about that, either.
Sorry it's been such a long time, but due to personal reasons I opted not to write for a while. But I'm baaaaaack. I sincerely hope I haven't lost all of my readers. Short chapter, more to come. Enjoy
VII
"Why on earth would somebody live here? Every single thing is specifically designed to kill you." Sookie sat in the private jet with a Guide to Australia in her lap, which she began browsing, only to discover that not only were the waters dangerous, but you could also find a deadly spider in your room at night or you could walk past a venomous snake in a suburban garden.
"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" Mr. Northman inquired, sipping a colourless liquid. He was facing the window and seemed bent on looking at the clouds they were passing by.
"No, not at all. I mean, the ocean is dangerous, the land is dangerous and so is the sky. Is there anywhere you can feel safe there?" Sookie lamented while reading.
"I think you'll find our hotel to be quite suitable, considering the fact that I am going to leave a small fortune there." Mr. Northman took another sip and looked towards her.
"Such a shame. It really seems to be a very beautiful place. I wish we'd had time to visit some of these sites. I can't wait to try their food, though." The petite blonde smiled and finally placed the book on the small table between them. She folded her hands in her lap and studied her boss. Rather beautiful man. Awful company sometimes.
"Well maybe I can reschedule some of my meetings so you can have your fair share of….fun. I don't think my associates would be that upset if I tell them my assistant wants to explore Australia." He winked and signaled the stewardess to bring him another glass.
"Oh, I'm sure we can fit something in. Maybe between the parties and the shameless flirting with girls about ten years younger?" she replied and leaned back in her seat.
"Witty little thing, aren't you?" Northman smiled and took a big gulp of his drink, which had been almost instantly filled up by the devoted help, with long skinny legs and a patch of dried up auburn hair.
"Just like my mother taught me." She flashed him a brilliant smile. Sookie found out that is was much easier to be around her boss if she got into the games. As long as she did her job right and didn't actually step her boundaries, she was ok. And on such a long flight, a little bickering went a long way.
"Tell me something." She heard him say after a few moments of silence "Do you enjoy working for me?"
Sookie stared at him for a few seconds before replying "Beats working at Starbucks, that's for sure. And I don't think any other position can offer me monthly shopping trips with Pam…" she sighed mockingly "But I do enjoy working for you….sometimes. It's nice being near powerful and calm people, you can learn a lot about business from them." She said hoping she hadn't insulted him. But she doubted Mr. Northman would ever be insulted by the truth.
"So….you enjoy working for me because you think I'm powerful?' he asked with a slight grin forming on his beautiful features.
"I know you are. And you're a professional. I don't care what goes on in your personal life, I have nothing bad to say about you on work hours." She shrugged and hoped he would just drop the subject. She didn't really want to be an assistant for the rest of her life, but it was a good starting point. And she liked it there, she finally admitted to herself. The pay wasn't half bad and now she was on a plane to another continent. Life was pretty good.
"What did you major in?" he asked again. What was it with him and his silly little questions?
"I take it you haven't actually read my CV, have you?" she asked back.
"I scanned it. Good enough." Came his reply and he leaned on his right side, his hand supporting his cheek. "Can't remember your major though."
"Any guesses?" she countered.
"None at all." He replied with a smile.
"Well then, I think you're going to have to look it up, because I'm not saying anything. Here I was, complementing you on being a good boss and you haven't the slightest clue as to what I did before you hired me. Tsk, tsk, Mr. Northman, you're not setting a very good example."
He stared at her from behind his long lashes and after a few seconds finally opened his mouth "Have a drink with me."
"Not a big drinker. I prefer sodas." She said and raised her dark-coloured glass.
"Ok, suit yourself, but this flight isn't getting any shorter." He folded his hands in front of him and waited patiently.
"Ok, fine, one drink. Wine, red." She said not looking at him and took off her bracelet. Heavy, ugly thing. But it was a present and she liked it. Should have thrown it away by now.
Hope you liked this little pint-sized chapter. Now...as usual reviews are welcomed and so are tips and strong critiques. Just don't be mean or rude. See you soon.
