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Hope you will like this part. ;0)
Chapter two
She was still sitting on a bench at the airport, pondering what to do concerning the forgotten phone and its owner. How could she find him again before he would leave ??? She was sure he was the type of man who couldn't live without his cell.
She was startled when it began ringing, playing one of those stressful and corny ring tones, that only a businessman or someone without taste could choose.. She wondered which one he could be.. She finally decided to answer, praying it wouldn't be one of his conquests or, worse, his girlfriend.. She could always tell them she had kidnapped him..
"Hello?"
"Who are you?" answered a feminine and slightly cold voice.
'bingo!' Liz thought but spoke in a neutral ton
"Max Evans's living answering machine.. How can I help you?"
"How can you help me? Firstly, do tell me what you have done to my brother. There's no way in hell he would let someone else touch his phone..Oh my god, tell me he isn't in the hospital." responded the woman, her voice starting to raise in panic.
Her brother? She unconsciously relaxed, but why on earth did she care?
"He's still alive, nothing happened, don't worry. Well, except he forgot his phone after he let me borrow it"
"Are you sure?No accident at all?"
Liz rolled her eyes
"No, just a civilized conversation!"
"We'll start again.. Who are you? Where are you? How come my brother left you in possession of his dear cell? And how do you intend to give it back to him?"
"oh god, you sound like his mother.." Liz said exasperated, but thought 'or simply very Maria-ish??'
Max Evans was smiling. The flight attendant had just told him that a lot of strikers would normally go back to work tomorrow and his airline company had offered him a night in a 3 stars-hotel in compensation.
Life was sweet..
But why on earth couldn't this thought go without the image of a short brunette flashing in his mind???
Anyways, he was involved in a serious relationship and he knew that he would never meet her again, so, why bothered??
Liz was walking towards the American airlines counter searching for Mr. Gorgeous Guy ..
Where could he be?
She moved closer and started to talk to the flight attendant
"Do you happen to know if a Mr. Evans came here?"
"Mr.Evans?" she responded with a dreamy look "he just walked away a couple minutes ago" she added with a sigh.
Disturbed by the woman's behavior, or rather her reaction to Max's name, she walked away, trying to think about Plan B..
Here she was, wondering why she was following Isabel Evans's plans, the woman she had just had on the phone and who had helped her to think of differents ways to give back the phone to its owner "if she didn't want to be responsible of a heart-attack".. Yeah, definitely Maria-ish.
She looked around and made her way towards the reception.
"Mr. Max Evans is asked to present himself at reception. Thank you"
What? What had he done? What did they want? They had interrupted his daydreaming and scared the shit out of him...
After searching for a few minutes where it was, he finally walked towards the reception only to see a familiar short cute brunette waving at him like her life depended on it.. It made him smiled..
"Eh..Hi again.."
"Do you know that it had been ten minutes since they so nicely made the call? But don't worry, while I was waiting for you, I was, fortunately, in wonderful company.." she said, giving a death look to the woman behind the counter.
"Where the hell have you been, honey?" and with that, she gave him a mind- blowing smile, took his arm and dragged him away.
"Care to tell me what was all that?"
"Oh! Nothing"
"Nothing? You made me call over all the airport, seemed to have a die wish for that woman and called me honey. Nothing at all?"
"You want to know? I will tell you." She took a deep breath and continued.
"I very politely asked her if she could make a little announcement over the PA.. But she kept rambling about the airport policy, no personal message and on and on and on.. SO, I had to invent this great story about how I lost my fiancé in the airport and I couldn't find him because I had his phone and that I was very desperate because we had to go."
Max was way beyond amused by how Liz waved her free hand about as she spoke, making sweeping gestures in the air and couldn't help but be fascinated by her sparkling eyes .
"At that point, I was ready to jump over the counter to strangle her with the cord of her microphone. At the end, she took pity, or rather, got really really annoyed and made the announcement."
"But why the death look?"
"Hey, I've just told her you were my fiancé and she looked at you like you were her next meal!!"
"A little jealous, aren't we??" Why couldn't he help but be immensely pleased knowing that she had said he was her fiancé .He mentally shrugged.
"Once I've said that something is mine, it's mine. Period. Anyways, it is not the problem here. I did that to give you this " she said, putting out of her bag the heart of the problem and giving it to him.
"My phone!!"
"Yeah, I know, your phone. Someone told me that you couldn't live without it.."
"Who?" praying really hard, without knowing why, that it wasn't his girlfriend..
"A certain person who, I think, organizes things, loves to have control over your life and had the greatest pleasure in telling me why and how I should try to find you. I actually had a list of ten 'wonderful' ways to lay hands on you.."
" Isabel?" he said laughing
"Yeah, poor me.." she said, shaking her head.
"Can I tempt you with a coffee, after all those efforts?"
"Well, you could definitely tempt me with many things" She told him suggestively before regretfully adding "But my lover is called Caffeine" She paused. "And I just happened to know personnally a lovely coffee- machine over there." She finished in a conspiratorial manner
They laughed together and once arrived in front of it Max asked "So you want some of 'lover-boy' I suppose.."
"Hell yes, fourth coffee here I am!!"
"Fourth?" he said, raising his eyebrow. "I think it's rather 'chocolate here you are' " and pushed the chocolate key.
"Hey, what have you done?"
" I think you're just a little too excited for a fourth coffee or for tea."
"Me, excited??"
"If I recall correctly, you wanted to strangle an innocent woman with the cord of her microphone.." he teased.
"Innocent, my.." she began to mumble
"Tsk! Tsk! Pure ears here " he said, pointing to his ears
"I would rather say 'big ones' " she teased
"hey!!"
"But they're big in a cute way." she added, rolling her eyes.
They spent a few minutes like this, having some small talk, laughing, teasing each other like old friends but both aware that their encounter was coming to an end.
They looked into each other eyes, not even realizing they were trying to memorize every single detail of the other.
"Well," Liz sighed "it was really nice meeting you ."
"The pleasure was mutual" Max smiled.
"Thanks for the chocolate !!"
They shook hands, perhaps a little longer than necessary and left in opposite directions, not understanding the slight twinge of sorrow they were feeling.
Max got into a cab after he had, waited for what had felt like an eternity outside the airport. He looked at the sky through the window. The clouds and the falling night were giving it a dark color and it was starting to pour..
When the cab made a U-turn to leave the parking-lot, Max couldn't help but give a last glance at the airport. That was when he saw her. She had just exited the airport and looked slightly bewildered. It was late, it was raining and she was practically alone for God knew how much time if she was waiting for one of the rare cabs.
He looked at the driver and asked:
"Could you go back to the airport please?"
The man, who had watched his passenger through the rear-view mirror, nodded with a knowing look on his face and started to turn back.
TBC.
Hope you will like this part. ;0)
Chapter two
She was still sitting on a bench at the airport, pondering what to do concerning the forgotten phone and its owner. How could she find him again before he would leave ??? She was sure he was the type of man who couldn't live without his cell.
She was startled when it began ringing, playing one of those stressful and corny ring tones, that only a businessman or someone without taste could choose.. She wondered which one he could be.. She finally decided to answer, praying it wouldn't be one of his conquests or, worse, his girlfriend.. She could always tell them she had kidnapped him..
"Hello?"
"Who are you?" answered a feminine and slightly cold voice.
'bingo!' Liz thought but spoke in a neutral ton
"Max Evans's living answering machine.. How can I help you?"
"How can you help me? Firstly, do tell me what you have done to my brother. There's no way in hell he would let someone else touch his phone..Oh my god, tell me he isn't in the hospital." responded the woman, her voice starting to raise in panic.
Her brother? She unconsciously relaxed, but why on earth did she care?
"He's still alive, nothing happened, don't worry. Well, except he forgot his phone after he let me borrow it"
"Are you sure?No accident at all?"
Liz rolled her eyes
"No, just a civilized conversation!"
"We'll start again.. Who are you? Where are you? How come my brother left you in possession of his dear cell? And how do you intend to give it back to him?"
"oh god, you sound like his mother.." Liz said exasperated, but thought 'or simply very Maria-ish??'
Max Evans was smiling. The flight attendant had just told him that a lot of strikers would normally go back to work tomorrow and his airline company had offered him a night in a 3 stars-hotel in compensation.
Life was sweet..
But why on earth couldn't this thought go without the image of a short brunette flashing in his mind???
Anyways, he was involved in a serious relationship and he knew that he would never meet her again, so, why bothered??
Liz was walking towards the American airlines counter searching for Mr. Gorgeous Guy ..
Where could he be?
She moved closer and started to talk to the flight attendant
"Do you happen to know if a Mr. Evans came here?"
"Mr.Evans?" she responded with a dreamy look "he just walked away a couple minutes ago" she added with a sigh.
Disturbed by the woman's behavior, or rather her reaction to Max's name, she walked away, trying to think about Plan B..
Here she was, wondering why she was following Isabel Evans's plans, the woman she had just had on the phone and who had helped her to think of differents ways to give back the phone to its owner "if she didn't want to be responsible of a heart-attack".. Yeah, definitely Maria-ish.
She looked around and made her way towards the reception.
"Mr. Max Evans is asked to present himself at reception. Thank you"
What? What had he done? What did they want? They had interrupted his daydreaming and scared the shit out of him...
After searching for a few minutes where it was, he finally walked towards the reception only to see a familiar short cute brunette waving at him like her life depended on it.. It made him smiled..
"Eh..Hi again.."
"Do you know that it had been ten minutes since they so nicely made the call? But don't worry, while I was waiting for you, I was, fortunately, in wonderful company.." she said, giving a death look to the woman behind the counter.
"Where the hell have you been, honey?" and with that, she gave him a mind- blowing smile, took his arm and dragged him away.
"Care to tell me what was all that?"
"Oh! Nothing"
"Nothing? You made me call over all the airport, seemed to have a die wish for that woman and called me honey. Nothing at all?"
"You want to know? I will tell you." She took a deep breath and continued.
"I very politely asked her if she could make a little announcement over the PA.. But she kept rambling about the airport policy, no personal message and on and on and on.. SO, I had to invent this great story about how I lost my fiancé in the airport and I couldn't find him because I had his phone and that I was very desperate because we had to go."
Max was way beyond amused by how Liz waved her free hand about as she spoke, making sweeping gestures in the air and couldn't help but be fascinated by her sparkling eyes .
"At that point, I was ready to jump over the counter to strangle her with the cord of her microphone. At the end, she took pity, or rather, got really really annoyed and made the announcement."
"But why the death look?"
"Hey, I've just told her you were my fiancé and she looked at you like you were her next meal!!"
"A little jealous, aren't we??" Why couldn't he help but be immensely pleased knowing that she had said he was her fiancé .He mentally shrugged.
"Once I've said that something is mine, it's mine. Period. Anyways, it is not the problem here. I did that to give you this " she said, putting out of her bag the heart of the problem and giving it to him.
"My phone!!"
"Yeah, I know, your phone. Someone told me that you couldn't live without it.."
"Who?" praying really hard, without knowing why, that it wasn't his girlfriend..
"A certain person who, I think, organizes things, loves to have control over your life and had the greatest pleasure in telling me why and how I should try to find you. I actually had a list of ten 'wonderful' ways to lay hands on you.."
" Isabel?" he said laughing
"Yeah, poor me.." she said, shaking her head.
"Can I tempt you with a coffee, after all those efforts?"
"Well, you could definitely tempt me with many things" She told him suggestively before regretfully adding "But my lover is called Caffeine" She paused. "And I just happened to know personnally a lovely coffee- machine over there." She finished in a conspiratorial manner
They laughed together and once arrived in front of it Max asked "So you want some of 'lover-boy' I suppose.."
"Hell yes, fourth coffee here I am!!"
"Fourth?" he said, raising his eyebrow. "I think it's rather 'chocolate here you are' " and pushed the chocolate key.
"Hey, what have you done?"
" I think you're just a little too excited for a fourth coffee or for tea."
"Me, excited??"
"If I recall correctly, you wanted to strangle an innocent woman with the cord of her microphone.." he teased.
"Innocent, my.." she began to mumble
"Tsk! Tsk! Pure ears here " he said, pointing to his ears
"I would rather say 'big ones' " she teased
"hey!!"
"But they're big in a cute way." she added, rolling her eyes.
They spent a few minutes like this, having some small talk, laughing, teasing each other like old friends but both aware that their encounter was coming to an end.
They looked into each other eyes, not even realizing they were trying to memorize every single detail of the other.
"Well," Liz sighed "it was really nice meeting you ."
"The pleasure was mutual" Max smiled.
"Thanks for the chocolate !!"
They shook hands, perhaps a little longer than necessary and left in opposite directions, not understanding the slight twinge of sorrow they were feeling.
Max got into a cab after he had, waited for what had felt like an eternity outside the airport. He looked at the sky through the window. The clouds and the falling night were giving it a dark color and it was starting to pour..
When the cab made a U-turn to leave the parking-lot, Max couldn't help but give a last glance at the airport. That was when he saw her. She had just exited the airport and looked slightly bewildered. It was late, it was raining and she was practically alone for God knew how much time if she was waiting for one of the rare cabs.
He looked at the driver and asked:
"Could you go back to the airport please?"
The man, who had watched his passenger through the rear-view mirror, nodded with a knowing look on his face and started to turn back.
TBC.
