"You are determined to annoy the hell out of me, aren't you?" Tommy asked me a few hours later as I continued to hum the theme song to 'The Pink Panther' while watching the guys from SME aggravate the hell out of a pretty brunette in front of me. Their antics brought to mind a very misguided Steve Martin as well as the guy who starred in the older versions of the farce comedy. Ahhh! What relief those boys brought to the studio. I just smiled prettily at Tom before leaning forward in my seat to grab one of the white barf bags that the airplane provided.
"If I make you sick, there's always amenities for such qualms." I remarked on a chuckle as I handed Tommy the bag. He threw me a look before taking it from me with a tight smile. I bit my lip to keep from grinning as he leaned back in his seat. It shouldn't amuse me so much, but I almost felt like I was dishing out a form of poetic justice. The man had wounded my pride the day he left me in a parking lot watching his retreating tail lights while the patrons of the restaurant watched me in sympathy. His own pride deserved to be stung a little.
"Your not allergic to spiders, are you?" Tommy asked suddenly from beside me as I glanced over at him warily. I was deathly afraid of spiders.
"Why?" I asked in a slightly panicked tone as Tommy just shrugged while looking at a spot above my shoulder. I could feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck.
"Just curious in case the one behind you had a mind to bite." Tommy commented nonchalantly as I shot out of my seat with a screech—landing in Tommy's lap in an inelegant heap as everyone turned around to look at me curiously. I felt my face go warm as I looked toward the window. Nothing was there.
"Not phobic, are you?" Tommy asked sweetly as he coughed to cover up a laugh. I just growled through clenched teeth before hitting him over and over with the backs of my hands. He just laughed as he grabbed my wrists with his palms, and I winced as I realized I was still sitting in his lap.
"That wasn't funny!" I declared as I slid back into the seat I had just vacated before hitting him one more time against the arm for good measure. Tom just continued to chuckle.
"Tit for tat, Jude." Tommy stated whimsically as I threw him a scathing look. Ughhhh! The man could drive a friggin' shrink insane. I saw Kwest giving us a look from the seat across the aisle as the seat belt light suddenly dinged on while the pilot came over the loud speaker to announce our approach to Papeete.
"Do you swim?" I asked Tom sweetly as he just grinned over at me while I fastened my seat belt.
"Sorry, Jude. I even did a stint as a lifeguard when I was about fifteen. No chance of finding a way to drown me." Tommy muttered as I just rolled my eyes.
"I was thinking more along the lines of feeding you to the sharks." I stated simply as he guffawed. I wasn't laughing. Did he think I was joking?
"It'll be fun just to watch you try, Jude Harrison." He stated simply as I stared over into his piercing blue gaze. His blue eyes were enough to drown in all on their own. I really needed to watch my step. He lifted a brow as he leaned over to whisper into my ear suddenly.
"I'm feeling inspired, Jude. Maybe we should write a song." He commented quietly as I just crossed my arms over my chest resolutely. Sure, he was inspired. Now. Bon Voyage Toronto. Hello Hell with enough temptation to tempt a saint.