Chapter Two – The Flight
Elizabeth sat nervously in the quaint little plane, headed for Vancouver. John still hadn't arrived and she was growing more anxious by the minute. Also she didn't particularly like flying and kept twisting the magazine, she had bought earlier, tighter and tighter.
"Elizabeth," Elizabeth looked up to find one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her entire life; so much so, she had to stop her jaw from dropping. John was easily 5ft 11, had vibrant green eyes and very messy hair that strangely enough, Elizabeth found very appealing. Good one Elizabeth, she scolded herself. Tall, dark and handsome, the three qualities that always made her weak at the knees.
Elizabeth had no idea how long she had been looking at him and wondered briefly why she was so taken with him.
"H-hi," Congratulations Elizabeth, in five whole minutes, you've managed to say one word.
John seemed to catch on that Elizabeth was uncomfortable and nervous. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek gently, "Sorry I'm late," John said softly, while taking his seat. He smiled at her and was about to say something before being interrupted by the captains voice; telling passengers the normal safety procedures.
With a shaky start, the plane started to move and gain speed. Elizabeth immediately gripped the chair arms.
"Do you fly often?" John asked, noticing Elizabeth's reactions to the plane moving.
"No not really, I try to avoid flying whenever possible." As the plane began to gain altitude as it left the tarmac, Elizabeth tensed up and squeezed her eyes shut. John placed his hand on top of Elizabeth's and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"So tell me about your family. Have you got anymore siblings other than your sister?" John asked calmly.
"N-no just my sister, h-half sister actually. My father died when I was very y-young. Mother re-married when I was a-about seven years old. I love my step father to bits, I think you'll really like him… he's nothing like the rest of my family." Elizabeth noticed she had calmed down rapidly.
"I think we will," John assured her; giving her hand one last squeeze before removing it from Elizabeth's. Elizabeth looked down at where his hand had been and missed the warmth of it immediately.
"Thank you, for distracting me. I'm not really a good flier." Elizabeth smiled shyly at John.
John grinned, which made Elizabeth's heart skip a beat. "I think you did fine. Better than other women I've flown with; I had one drink her way through 10 glasses of vodka," Elizabeth relaxed slightly. "And that was before we had even taken off." John added with a wink. Elizabeth giggled slightly; John found he could really get used to hearing that sound.
An hour into the flight, Elizabeth reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope.
"I almost forgot," She handed over John's payment.
"Thanks, I should also mention that if you want to be intimate, we talk money before anything happens."
"Oh no, that won't be an issue; I find the idea of sex for money morally repugnant." Elizabeth's eyes widened, please tell me you didn't say that!
"I-I mean, not to s-say-" John raised his hand, "Its fine Elizabeth, don't worry about it." John smiled again but it was slightly strained. Elizabeth sunk lower into her chair as the captains voice came over the speaker, informing them they had arrived in Vancouver.