Chapter 6
"One last adventure"
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As usual she was sooo late, sometimes she was an
irresponsible person and she still had the guts to
get mad at everyone when she had to face the
consequences. Once she left the hotel, after an
eternal process of check-out, she realized it was
damn late, so as soon as she got off of the taxi,
she started running to get to the airline stand; of
course it was kinda hard to do the running thing
with the suitcases, packages and bags she had to
carry, another bad habit, by the way, every time
she went on a trip she used to buy numerous items
on sale in the 'Duty free stores'. Suddenly, she
stopped because she saw him, and she ran towards
him and made him turn.
"Cole…", she said and the man just looked at her
questionably. "Sorry I might have confused you
with another person".
'Oh god I'm getting crazy. Why do I have to see
that man everywhere?', she asked herself. It
already had happened twice in the lobby of the
hotel.
She kept running till she noticed a lot of the
foreign people sitting around in the waiting halls,
she then reached for the confirmation ticket of
the flight, "Damn it!", she cursed as she sighed.
She was in the international side of the airport,
which explained the French, Chinese and Australian
people hanging out around. The National Flights'
Area was on floor 3, she had to look for "American
Airlines" on section B; of course it was hard to find
since she was on floor 4 section E. Cursing her luck
one more time, she ran towards an elevator. In the
elevator she saw a tall guy from the back and
didn't doubt in call for him "Cole…", she called out
loud and he didn't reply, she insisted and no reply.
She touched his shoulder and he turned, he wasn't
him.
"Sorry…", she apologized. 'Oh god… I'm in troubles,
big troubles', she reproached herself, 'I'm talking
to myself, isn't that a sing? Oh god now I'm asking
questions to myself', she stated. She couldn't get
him out of her mind. 'Why god?' she asked. Finally
she got off the elevator in the right floor and
section, she walked and she slipped and fell taking
all the packages with her in the process. In the
floor surrounded by her bags a little kid laughed at
her, which made her become even more pissed. She
reached the stand and waited for the two people
she had before her in the line, and she finally could
talk to an airline's employee, all sweaty, her face all
red and breathless for all the attempts to get
there.
"Good Morning, how can I help you?", the polite
female employee asked
"Hi… I … please I need to board fast to flight 345
to San Francisco", she said, "I think it's about to
leave", she added and laughed nervously.
"Sorry Ma'am, but the flight 345 already left
about 7 minutes ago", the blond female employee
informed her as she checked in the screen of the
computer
"What?!" was the only desperate Phoebe's reaction
as she sighed one more time. Everything was going
on very bad today. "But… but I have to get to San
Francisco", she said, "Can't you guys just stop the
damn plane, because I take it is still on ground",
she said as she was raising her voice.
"Calm down, please", the employee asked her, "I'm
sorry but what you can do is to take the next
flight that leaves t 11:45 am", she suggested
"No, no, no; that's too late for me. I have to get to
San Francisco before 1 o' clock. Isn't there an
earlier flight?", she said
"No. that's our next flight", the woman informed, "
Besides the flights at 2:00 pm, 4:15 pm, 7:30 pm
and 9:20. "Would you take the next flight?", she
asked again
"yeah, what else can I do?", she said coldly with
resignation. 'Damn it, Elise will kill me', she thought
"Ok, here it is. Flight 349 leaves at 11:45 am. Gate
B-14. Sit 29-A. please be there 5 minutes before
the hour. Have a nice flight and thanks for flight
with us". The nice woman said. She talked like she
were a machine. Phoebe just resigned to her luck
again and turned to look for a sit to wait. The
airport was crowded, it was like it were Christmas'
season or something; it was unbelievable but there
wasn't an empty sit, she kept walking along with the
anger, because everything was going on wrong. Even
thought the day began pretty good she remarked,
because the night had been wonderful and
delightful, and then wake up in the strong arms of
some one, who she felt pretty good with' she still
didn't know what in the hell was wrong with her??
She wasn't supposed to be sleeping with her
lawyer, she was married for god's sake, but she
still hadn't realized what she was doing. Then she
left the room and everything went wrong; first
problems with her account, then she had to wait
for more than 20 for a taxi, and all the airport
scene, she missed the plane and as if it weren't
enough she noticed that there was a guy sat
reading 'Newsweek'. 'Typical, the classic business
guy who thinks he's more important than anyone
else' she thought. But what really bothered her
was the fact that the man had taken 3 sits next to
him to put a giant stuffed Dumbo that was laying
there. It was so big that it filled 3 sits. 'people is
so unconscious', she thought, she was mad, she just
overlooked the guy but he didn't even noticed, it
seemed like some political comments were very
interesting. But he was dark, tall and he looked
like… 'Oh not again. You're not there, you're not
Cole', she told herself. She made up her mind
about ask him for some space, she wouldn't do it if
she weren't that tired. So she came closer, 'Dumbo,
dumbo', how much she hated that character, she
just couldn't stand it. It was because when she was
in second grade, Mary Figuer, the girl she most
hated was a complete Dumbo Fan, so since then she
always hated it. Then for the second time in this
day and this place, to add to her humiliation she
slipped and fell on the ground one more time with
all her packages. This caught the guy's attention,
who instantly left the magazine and came to help
her.
"Phoebe?", he called her name
"Cole?", she replied when she looked up at him.
"It's… you". She said, she couldn't believe, silly but
she couldn't believe it.
"Let me help you", he offered and grabbed her by
one arm to help her to stand up. "Are you alright?",
he asked concerned
"Yeah, I think so, thank you", she replied as she
made a failed attempt to walk, but her ankle hurt a
lot. "Auch", she said
"What is it?", he asked
"My ankle, I think it's twisted, it hurts", she
expressed
"Come here and sit", he commanded and led her to
the sit where he had been sat on
"Damn high heels, I blame 'Sex and the City' for
those", she cursed
He just chuckled, but once again he focused his
attention to her foot, "Let me see", he indicated
"No, it's fine", she just refused
"I'm not gonna leave you alone until you let me", he
insisted. She knew she wouldn't win the argument
so she gave up easily. He proceeded to take her
high hill boot and smoothly rubbed her ankle. This
action made everything to come back. She couldn't
help it but shake under his touch. The memories of
the 2 nights before started to play in her mind
again; and with that the guilt came as well.
He was there, being a gentleman, and she couldn't
help but get nervous. She was nervous, for some
reason something happened inside of her when he
was close to her. He was examining her ankle and
she was quite just admiring him; his eyes, his face,
his smile, his lips… those lips that had kissed all
over her. She couldn't stop thinking about she
wanted to be kissed by those lips again, she wanted
to be touched by his hot hands, she wanted to feel
his warm skin next to hers, but why???. Why she
was feeling this way? This wasn't right, it was
wrong, very very wrong. She was married and she
didn't even remember Miles existed. Right now her
mind was Cole, but she had to come back to reality,
she had to get back to her life. But Cole was so
different, so especial, and she couldn't explain why
in the hell she was feeling this way.
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Some minutes later Cole had already taken care of
the ankle, and she was now resting her foot on the
sit where the big Dumbo that had been there
before was now resting on the ground's carpet.
"So… what are you doing here?", she asked to make
some conversation
"Waiting for my plane", he replied, "It leaves in 30
minutes", he added
"Are you going to San Francisco?", she asked
"Yeah", he simply said, the question seemed a little
odd.
"But there's not flight to San Francisco in 30
minutes. The next flight leaves at 11:45 am", she
said as she confirmed in her ticket. "I sounded like
some airline employee"; she added joking
"What?!", he reacted, "No… no, no. look at my
ticket it says 10:30 am", he read loudly. Of course
he took he was right since it was on the ticket.
"I insist there's not flight until 11:45, why don't
you go and find it out for yourself?", she
challenged
"I know I'm right", he said with a grin as he
gathered his stuff
"What are you doing?", she asked
"I'm going to prove you wrong", he said with a smile
"Don't worry, I'll watch over you stuff, go", she
said.
"Thank you", he turned back and made his way to
the airline's stand.
Phoebe just kept there staring at him and as he
walked she imagined herself in the bed with him,
doing wonderful things… of course she had already
tasted it, and she liked it. Maybe that was the
problem, she shouldn't have done anything with
him, but it was too late… all she wanted since two
nights ago was just to kiss him, and him to kiss her,
him to touch her with her hot hands and make love
to her all over again.
'What the hell is wrong with you?', she asked
herself mentally. Why she kept staring? She
couldn't help it, she definitely had a crush on this
guy. 'You're married, Phoebe. Miles is a good guy.
He loves you', she tried to convince herself, but it
was hard, she couldn't take it out of her head.
Cole came back with success all over his face,
which vanished when she started
"So…?" she said knowing she was right
"There's not flight until 11:45 am", he said as he
sat down besides her
"I told you so"
"yeah I know, damn travel agent I should have
changed her when they sent me to 'Austria' instead
of 'Australia'", he said with sarcasm, which made
her laugh. Then they both stayed quite for some
minutes and she looked in his eyes.
"What?", he asked with a smile
She kept looking at him, still wanting to kiss him
and then she says: "Damn it." And she kissed him,
letting her feelings take the best of her. He didn't
fight it either; he also let himself give in by the
kiss. But then he pulls apart, "We shouldn't be
doing this.", he whispered
"I know but who cares? Nobody knows us here.
Anyway", she replied. He just chuckled at the
comment and kissed her again. It felt so good and
so right, even when it was sooo wrong, they were
cheating for God's sake, but they didn't think
about it in that moment. But what was happening
with them? This was going farther than they
thought. It was something else than a 'one night
stand'. But they couldn't explain what it was
exactly.
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"In the end of the plane?? Are you kidding me?
Why don't you just put me in the kitchen or over
there in the wings for that matter?", she
complained
"Please, would you calm down?", the young
stewardess said
"But I can see empty sits in the front!", she almost
yelled.
"Yeah, but those are reserved and you're not
suppose to be in this flight", the employee
explained
"And that gives you a reason to treat me like shit?
I deserve some respect, I paid my ticket just like
everyone else here!", she insisted. She was pissed.
The polite stewardess just closed her eyes in
exasperation. Phoebe was really getting on her
nerves. Then another stewardess came closer,
"Please, would you mind to sit down and out your
belt on? We're about to leave", she recommended.
Phoebe didn't do any move, and then said: "So…
where are you gonna sit me?"
"I already told you-", the woman repeated.
And was cut by Phoebe, "You want me to call my
attorney?", she angrily challenged
"Yeah, right. And where are you gonna find 'your'
attorney in this moment?", she asked back with
bitchiness in her tone
"You wanna bet?", she replied in the same bitchy
tone. "So, if I find my lawyer in the plane, I'll have
a better place and if I don't, then I'll sit in the end
of the plane." She added.
"Suit yourself", the woman just said, Phoebe
already annoyed her enough.
Phoebe started walking and walking, she started to
get nervous when she couldn't find him and the
woman: "What? You lost your lawyer?", she asked
sarcastically. Phoebe kept examining the plane
quite and still didn't find him; then she reached to
the curtain that divided the first class area from
the tourist area. "No, you can't go in there", the
employee warned.
"You wanna bet?", Phoebe challenged again
"No. that's the executive class, there's a lot of
lawyers in there, you could hire any of them right
the way", she explained. Phoebe didn't listen and
just kept walking till she finally found him.
"Mr. Turner, would you please talk with this b…
miss for me?", Phoebe said with a smile and Cole
turned
"What's going on?" he asked
"I'm having some troubles with the miss here and I
think you could help me", she said
"Excuse me, Sir", the woman started, "this woman
is quite insane"
"Would you please show some respect towards my
client?", he warned in lawyer tone.
"Is she your client?", the plane's employee asked
and Phoebe just looked with a triumphal smile
"Of course, I've taken care of her personal
business for years", he explained
"Oh, I see. But I'm afraid you can't stand in this
area, Missies", she said
"She'll stay with me", Cole stated
"I'm afraid that's not allowed", she repeated.
"Oh really?", Cole asked as he stood up. He was
that taller that the employee had to raise her face
up to face him. "What if I sit in Tourist area with
her?", he proposed.
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"So… we're flight partners again?" he commented
to break the silence.
"Yeah." She nodded with a light smile, not looking
at him.
They already had left ground, and they both were
situated in their 'end of the plane' sits.
There was a big tension between them; it was
strange after how close they had got in two days.
"How's your ankle?" he asked.
"Thanks to you, better. Thanks." She smiled looking
at him.
They kept starring at each other. There was so
much passion and desire between them. They didn't
know when their lips came together. They just let
themselves lost in the kiss… again. She
instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and
ran her hands through his hair while his hand found
his way in her back, under her blouse.
But there was a problem: they still were in the end
of a plane with other fifty more persons, even in
the end of the plain, but still in a public place, even
though the last three lines of sits were practically
empty, it wasn't right. They were moaning and
things were getting way to hot. It was something
they couldn't explain… all the passion and the spark
that came out when they were together.
"Why do we keep doing this?" he said while kissing
her neck.
"I don't know… but God don't stop." She said and
they kept their making out.
They suddenly broke apart, "We have to stop."
Phoebe said breathless.
"Yeah." He nodded. "I know."
But they still were all over the other, "But I don't
wanna stop…" she said in a childish tone.
"Neither do I… but we're in a plane, we can't-" he
started and then they both starred at each other
in the eyes like knowing what the other was
thinking. An idea started to form in their minds.
They next thing they knew was that they were in
the plane's bathroom advancing on their making
out. Their hands were mutually touching each other
and kissing everywhere… they were so hot at the
moment, but still he looked at her deep in the eyes
like asking for permission to go farther. She
nodded and closed her eyes to focus just in the
sensations she was feeling. He then lifted her up
on the sink; she spread her legs and wrapped them
around his waist while he unbuttoned her blouse,
from now on they took their business till the end…
It was exciting, adventurous, wild and yet soo
wrong… but then again they had done something in
those couple days that they would probably never
do ever again, and even if it was enough to fill their
adventure and excitement needs, why not finish it
with something really worth and completely crazy
and excited… and what could top it better than sex
in the bathroom of a plane.
Some moments later they both were catching their
breath again…
"That was…" she started catching her breath as
caressing his hair.
"Amazing…" he filled in with his head in her chest.
"Crazy, wild and really amazing…" a very satisfied
Phoebe added with a huge smile.
He then kissed her on the lips and softly asked:
"This is the end isn't it?"
She just nodded; they both knew it. They were
coming back to San Francisco and to their lives.
They kissed passionately one last time, straighten
and fixed their clothes and got back to their sits.
When finally the plane landed again, they looked in
the eyes and put their hands together.
"I had the most amazing days I've ever had, thanks
to you." He said.
"I feel the same way." She said.
They smiled and got out of the plane, of course
that they blushed at the looks the stewardesses
gave them, they could imagine why, after all the
time they spend inside the bathroom.
Once in the Airport's hall Phoebe heard her name
being called.
"Phoebe, honey, right here!" she heard and there
he was her husband…
She made her way to Miles, he hugged her and
kissed her on the cheek. She felt incredibly guilty
and totally unable to see him in the eyes.
"Hey, honey I missed you." He said and helped her
with her bags.
"Thanks… what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I called to your office and they said you flight
was late, so that gave me time and I thought in
surprise you." He replied with a smile.
Phoebe hadn't caught signal of Cole still around. He
witnessed the scene and knew that this was the
real world. They walked out but Miles accidentally
hit Cole's shoulder by passing.
"I'm so sorry, man." He apologized.
"Don't worry. It's fine… this Dumbo is a little too
big. It's for my daughter." Cole said and Phoebe
turned with wide eyes.
"Ah… Miles… he's my attorney. Cole Turner." She
said.
"Nice to meet you." Cole said and they shook hands.
"Miles Smith. How do you do?" he said politely.
"He's my husband." Phoebe said and faked a little
smile.
"Oh you were in Chicago Too?" Miles asked.
"Yes, we were flight partner for this one… it's
funny because she had missed the last appoint with
me last week." Cole lied.
"Ok, we should be going." Phoebe cut off… this had
gone way tooo far. "Goodbye." She said and turned
her back.
"Nice to meet you." Miles said and walked out with
Phoebe.
"Goodbye… Mrs. Smith." Cole whispered and kept
his way out, his own hell was waiting for him at
home.
"That Cole is a nice guy." Miles commented as they
were reaching the car.
"You think?" she coldly replied.
"Yes, you don't seem to like him." He said
"I don't really like him." She lied.
"Why?" he asked
"I don't know I just don't…" she said.
They both made their way to their home. Cole to
his and Phoebe to her own, they went back to their
lives, but still they didn't regret the fact that in
the end they'd had 'One last Adventure.'
"One last adventure"
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As usual she was sooo late, sometimes she was an
irresponsible person and she still had the guts to
get mad at everyone when she had to face the
consequences. Once she left the hotel, after an
eternal process of check-out, she realized it was
damn late, so as soon as she got off of the taxi,
she started running to get to the airline stand; of
course it was kinda hard to do the running thing
with the suitcases, packages and bags she had to
carry, another bad habit, by the way, every time
she went on a trip she used to buy numerous items
on sale in the 'Duty free stores'. Suddenly, she
stopped because she saw him, and she ran towards
him and made him turn.
"Cole…", she said and the man just looked at her
questionably. "Sorry I might have confused you
with another person".
'Oh god I'm getting crazy. Why do I have to see
that man everywhere?', she asked herself. It
already had happened twice in the lobby of the
hotel.
She kept running till she noticed a lot of the
foreign people sitting around in the waiting halls,
she then reached for the confirmation ticket of
the flight, "Damn it!", she cursed as she sighed.
She was in the international side of the airport,
which explained the French, Chinese and Australian
people hanging out around. The National Flights'
Area was on floor 3, she had to look for "American
Airlines" on section B; of course it was hard to find
since she was on floor 4 section E. Cursing her luck
one more time, she ran towards an elevator. In the
elevator she saw a tall guy from the back and
didn't doubt in call for him "Cole…", she called out
loud and he didn't reply, she insisted and no reply.
She touched his shoulder and he turned, he wasn't
him.
"Sorry…", she apologized. 'Oh god… I'm in troubles,
big troubles', she reproached herself, 'I'm talking
to myself, isn't that a sing? Oh god now I'm asking
questions to myself', she stated. She couldn't get
him out of her mind. 'Why god?' she asked. Finally
she got off the elevator in the right floor and
section, she walked and she slipped and fell taking
all the packages with her in the process. In the
floor surrounded by her bags a little kid laughed at
her, which made her become even more pissed. She
reached the stand and waited for the two people
she had before her in the line, and she finally could
talk to an airline's employee, all sweaty, her face all
red and breathless for all the attempts to get
there.
"Good Morning, how can I help you?", the polite
female employee asked
"Hi… I … please I need to board fast to flight 345
to San Francisco", she said, "I think it's about to
leave", she added and laughed nervously.
"Sorry Ma'am, but the flight 345 already left
about 7 minutes ago", the blond female employee
informed her as she checked in the screen of the
computer
"What?!" was the only desperate Phoebe's reaction
as she sighed one more time. Everything was going
on very bad today. "But… but I have to get to San
Francisco", she said, "Can't you guys just stop the
damn plane, because I take it is still on ground",
she said as she was raising her voice.
"Calm down, please", the employee asked her, "I'm
sorry but what you can do is to take the next
flight that leaves t 11:45 am", she suggested
"No, no, no; that's too late for me. I have to get to
San Francisco before 1 o' clock. Isn't there an
earlier flight?", she said
"No. that's our next flight", the woman informed, "
Besides the flights at 2:00 pm, 4:15 pm, 7:30 pm
and 9:20. "Would you take the next flight?", she
asked again
"yeah, what else can I do?", she said coldly with
resignation. 'Damn it, Elise will kill me', she thought
"Ok, here it is. Flight 349 leaves at 11:45 am. Gate
B-14. Sit 29-A. please be there 5 minutes before
the hour. Have a nice flight and thanks for flight
with us". The nice woman said. She talked like she
were a machine. Phoebe just resigned to her luck
again and turned to look for a sit to wait. The
airport was crowded, it was like it were Christmas'
season or something; it was unbelievable but there
wasn't an empty sit, she kept walking along with the
anger, because everything was going on wrong. Even
thought the day began pretty good she remarked,
because the night had been wonderful and
delightful, and then wake up in the strong arms of
some one, who she felt pretty good with' she still
didn't know what in the hell was wrong with her??
She wasn't supposed to be sleeping with her
lawyer, she was married for god's sake, but she
still hadn't realized what she was doing. Then she
left the room and everything went wrong; first
problems with her account, then she had to wait
for more than 20 for a taxi, and all the airport
scene, she missed the plane and as if it weren't
enough she noticed that there was a guy sat
reading 'Newsweek'. 'Typical, the classic business
guy who thinks he's more important than anyone
else' she thought. But what really bothered her
was the fact that the man had taken 3 sits next to
him to put a giant stuffed Dumbo that was laying
there. It was so big that it filled 3 sits. 'people is
so unconscious', she thought, she was mad, she just
overlooked the guy but he didn't even noticed, it
seemed like some political comments were very
interesting. But he was dark, tall and he looked
like… 'Oh not again. You're not there, you're not
Cole', she told herself. She made up her mind
about ask him for some space, she wouldn't do it if
she weren't that tired. So she came closer, 'Dumbo,
dumbo', how much she hated that character, she
just couldn't stand it. It was because when she was
in second grade, Mary Figuer, the girl she most
hated was a complete Dumbo Fan, so since then she
always hated it. Then for the second time in this
day and this place, to add to her humiliation she
slipped and fell on the ground one more time with
all her packages. This caught the guy's attention,
who instantly left the magazine and came to help
her.
"Phoebe?", he called her name
"Cole?", she replied when she looked up at him.
"It's… you". She said, she couldn't believe, silly but
she couldn't believe it.
"Let me help you", he offered and grabbed her by
one arm to help her to stand up. "Are you alright?",
he asked concerned
"Yeah, I think so, thank you", she replied as she
made a failed attempt to walk, but her ankle hurt a
lot. "Auch", she said
"What is it?", he asked
"My ankle, I think it's twisted, it hurts", she
expressed
"Come here and sit", he commanded and led her to
the sit where he had been sat on
"Damn high heels, I blame 'Sex and the City' for
those", she cursed
He just chuckled, but once again he focused his
attention to her foot, "Let me see", he indicated
"No, it's fine", she just refused
"I'm not gonna leave you alone until you let me", he
insisted. She knew she wouldn't win the argument
so she gave up easily. He proceeded to take her
high hill boot and smoothly rubbed her ankle. This
action made everything to come back. She couldn't
help it but shake under his touch. The memories of
the 2 nights before started to play in her mind
again; and with that the guilt came as well.
He was there, being a gentleman, and she couldn't
help but get nervous. She was nervous, for some
reason something happened inside of her when he
was close to her. He was examining her ankle and
she was quite just admiring him; his eyes, his face,
his smile, his lips… those lips that had kissed all
over her. She couldn't stop thinking about she
wanted to be kissed by those lips again, she wanted
to be touched by his hot hands, she wanted to feel
his warm skin next to hers, but why???. Why she
was feeling this way? This wasn't right, it was
wrong, very very wrong. She was married and she
didn't even remember Miles existed. Right now her
mind was Cole, but she had to come back to reality,
she had to get back to her life. But Cole was so
different, so especial, and she couldn't explain why
in the hell she was feeling this way.
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Some minutes later Cole had already taken care of
the ankle, and she was now resting her foot on the
sit where the big Dumbo that had been there
before was now resting on the ground's carpet.
"So… what are you doing here?", she asked to make
some conversation
"Waiting for my plane", he replied, "It leaves in 30
minutes", he added
"Are you going to San Francisco?", she asked
"Yeah", he simply said, the question seemed a little
odd.
"But there's not flight to San Francisco in 30
minutes. The next flight leaves at 11:45 am", she
said as she confirmed in her ticket. "I sounded like
some airline employee"; she added joking
"What?!", he reacted, "No… no, no. look at my
ticket it says 10:30 am", he read loudly. Of course
he took he was right since it was on the ticket.
"I insist there's not flight until 11:45, why don't
you go and find it out for yourself?", she
challenged
"I know I'm right", he said with a grin as he
gathered his stuff
"What are you doing?", she asked
"I'm going to prove you wrong", he said with a smile
"Don't worry, I'll watch over you stuff, go", she
said.
"Thank you", he turned back and made his way to
the airline's stand.
Phoebe just kept there staring at him and as he
walked she imagined herself in the bed with him,
doing wonderful things… of course she had already
tasted it, and she liked it. Maybe that was the
problem, she shouldn't have done anything with
him, but it was too late… all she wanted since two
nights ago was just to kiss him, and him to kiss her,
him to touch her with her hot hands and make love
to her all over again.
'What the hell is wrong with you?', she asked
herself mentally. Why she kept staring? She
couldn't help it, she definitely had a crush on this
guy. 'You're married, Phoebe. Miles is a good guy.
He loves you', she tried to convince herself, but it
was hard, she couldn't take it out of her head.
Cole came back with success all over his face,
which vanished when she started
"So…?" she said knowing she was right
"There's not flight until 11:45 am", he said as he
sat down besides her
"I told you so"
"yeah I know, damn travel agent I should have
changed her when they sent me to 'Austria' instead
of 'Australia'", he said with sarcasm, which made
her laugh. Then they both stayed quite for some
minutes and she looked in his eyes.
"What?", he asked with a smile
She kept looking at him, still wanting to kiss him
and then she says: "Damn it." And she kissed him,
letting her feelings take the best of her. He didn't
fight it either; he also let himself give in by the
kiss. But then he pulls apart, "We shouldn't be
doing this.", he whispered
"I know but who cares? Nobody knows us here.
Anyway", she replied. He just chuckled at the
comment and kissed her again. It felt so good and
so right, even when it was sooo wrong, they were
cheating for God's sake, but they didn't think
about it in that moment. But what was happening
with them? This was going farther than they
thought. It was something else than a 'one night
stand'. But they couldn't explain what it was
exactly.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
"In the end of the plane?? Are you kidding me?
Why don't you just put me in the kitchen or over
there in the wings for that matter?", she
complained
"Please, would you calm down?", the young
stewardess said
"But I can see empty sits in the front!", she almost
yelled.
"Yeah, but those are reserved and you're not
suppose to be in this flight", the employee
explained
"And that gives you a reason to treat me like shit?
I deserve some respect, I paid my ticket just like
everyone else here!", she insisted. She was pissed.
The polite stewardess just closed her eyes in
exasperation. Phoebe was really getting on her
nerves. Then another stewardess came closer,
"Please, would you mind to sit down and out your
belt on? We're about to leave", she recommended.
Phoebe didn't do any move, and then said: "So…
where are you gonna sit me?"
"I already told you-", the woman repeated.
And was cut by Phoebe, "You want me to call my
attorney?", she angrily challenged
"Yeah, right. And where are you gonna find 'your'
attorney in this moment?", she asked back with
bitchiness in her tone
"You wanna bet?", she replied in the same bitchy
tone. "So, if I find my lawyer in the plane, I'll have
a better place and if I don't, then I'll sit in the end
of the plane." She added.
"Suit yourself", the woman just said, Phoebe
already annoyed her enough.
Phoebe started walking and walking, she started to
get nervous when she couldn't find him and the
woman: "What? You lost your lawyer?", she asked
sarcastically. Phoebe kept examining the plane
quite and still didn't find him; then she reached to
the curtain that divided the first class area from
the tourist area. "No, you can't go in there", the
employee warned.
"You wanna bet?", Phoebe challenged again
"No. that's the executive class, there's a lot of
lawyers in there, you could hire any of them right
the way", she explained. Phoebe didn't listen and
just kept walking till she finally found him.
"Mr. Turner, would you please talk with this b…
miss for me?", Phoebe said with a smile and Cole
turned
"What's going on?" he asked
"I'm having some troubles with the miss here and I
think you could help me", she said
"Excuse me, Sir", the woman started, "this woman
is quite insane"
"Would you please show some respect towards my
client?", he warned in lawyer tone.
"Is she your client?", the plane's employee asked
and Phoebe just looked with a triumphal smile
"Of course, I've taken care of her personal
business for years", he explained
"Oh, I see. But I'm afraid you can't stand in this
area, Missies", she said
"She'll stay with me", Cole stated
"I'm afraid that's not allowed", she repeated.
"Oh really?", Cole asked as he stood up. He was
that taller that the employee had to raise her face
up to face him. "What if I sit in Tourist area with
her?", he proposed.
*-*-*-*-*
"So… we're flight partners again?" he commented
to break the silence.
"Yeah." She nodded with a light smile, not looking
at him.
They already had left ground, and they both were
situated in their 'end of the plane' sits.
There was a big tension between them; it was
strange after how close they had got in two days.
"How's your ankle?" he asked.
"Thanks to you, better. Thanks." She smiled looking
at him.
They kept starring at each other. There was so
much passion and desire between them. They didn't
know when their lips came together. They just let
themselves lost in the kiss… again. She
instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and
ran her hands through his hair while his hand found
his way in her back, under her blouse.
But there was a problem: they still were in the end
of a plane with other fifty more persons, even in
the end of the plain, but still in a public place, even
though the last three lines of sits were practically
empty, it wasn't right. They were moaning and
things were getting way to hot. It was something
they couldn't explain… all the passion and the spark
that came out when they were together.
"Why do we keep doing this?" he said while kissing
her neck.
"I don't know… but God don't stop." She said and
they kept their making out.
They suddenly broke apart, "We have to stop."
Phoebe said breathless.
"Yeah." He nodded. "I know."
But they still were all over the other, "But I don't
wanna stop…" she said in a childish tone.
"Neither do I… but we're in a plane, we can't-" he
started and then they both starred at each other
in the eyes like knowing what the other was
thinking. An idea started to form in their minds.
They next thing they knew was that they were in
the plane's bathroom advancing on their making
out. Their hands were mutually touching each other
and kissing everywhere… they were so hot at the
moment, but still he looked at her deep in the eyes
like asking for permission to go farther. She
nodded and closed her eyes to focus just in the
sensations she was feeling. He then lifted her up
on the sink; she spread her legs and wrapped them
around his waist while he unbuttoned her blouse,
from now on they took their business till the end…
It was exciting, adventurous, wild and yet soo
wrong… but then again they had done something in
those couple days that they would probably never
do ever again, and even if it was enough to fill their
adventure and excitement needs, why not finish it
with something really worth and completely crazy
and excited… and what could top it better than sex
in the bathroom of a plane.
Some moments later they both were catching their
breath again…
"That was…" she started catching her breath as
caressing his hair.
"Amazing…" he filled in with his head in her chest.
"Crazy, wild and really amazing…" a very satisfied
Phoebe added with a huge smile.
He then kissed her on the lips and softly asked:
"This is the end isn't it?"
She just nodded; they both knew it. They were
coming back to San Francisco and to their lives.
They kissed passionately one last time, straighten
and fixed their clothes and got back to their sits.
When finally the plane landed again, they looked in
the eyes and put their hands together.
"I had the most amazing days I've ever had, thanks
to you." He said.
"I feel the same way." She said.
They smiled and got out of the plane, of course
that they blushed at the looks the stewardesses
gave them, they could imagine why, after all the
time they spend inside the bathroom.
Once in the Airport's hall Phoebe heard her name
being called.
"Phoebe, honey, right here!" she heard and there
he was her husband…
She made her way to Miles, he hugged her and
kissed her on the cheek. She felt incredibly guilty
and totally unable to see him in the eyes.
"Hey, honey I missed you." He said and helped her
with her bags.
"Thanks… what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I called to your office and they said you flight
was late, so that gave me time and I thought in
surprise you." He replied with a smile.
Phoebe hadn't caught signal of Cole still around. He
witnessed the scene and knew that this was the
real world. They walked out but Miles accidentally
hit Cole's shoulder by passing.
"I'm so sorry, man." He apologized.
"Don't worry. It's fine… this Dumbo is a little too
big. It's for my daughter." Cole said and Phoebe
turned with wide eyes.
"Ah… Miles… he's my attorney. Cole Turner." She
said.
"Nice to meet you." Cole said and they shook hands.
"Miles Smith. How do you do?" he said politely.
"He's my husband." Phoebe said and faked a little
smile.
"Oh you were in Chicago Too?" Miles asked.
"Yes, we were flight partner for this one… it's
funny because she had missed the last appoint with
me last week." Cole lied.
"Ok, we should be going." Phoebe cut off… this had
gone way tooo far. "Goodbye." She said and turned
her back.
"Nice to meet you." Miles said and walked out with
Phoebe.
"Goodbye… Mrs. Smith." Cole whispered and kept
his way out, his own hell was waiting for him at
home.
"That Cole is a nice guy." Miles commented as they
were reaching the car.
"You think?" she coldly replied.
"Yes, you don't seem to like him." He said
"I don't really like him." She lied.
"Why?" he asked
"I don't know I just don't…" she said.
They both made their way to their home. Cole to
his and Phoebe to her own, they went back to their
lives, but still they didn't regret the fact that in
the end they'd had 'One last Adventure.'