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Cleo: Sorry for the confusion. The creepy man is the Middle Eastern man from chapter 1. I've used different adjectives to describe him since I have not given him a name

I do have a reason for not giving him a name just yet. So bear with me here. I do like to have a little mystery here and there in my stories. Can't help it. All the stories I've ever written sooner or later wind up having a little intrigue even when I don't intentionally start out writing them that way :)

I'm also known for my long winded author- notes that sometimes spin-off into little stories. Can't help those either (have tried support groups and all). Just thought you should know Anyhow, readers flock from other fandoms just to read them (just kidding).

Italics: Past events.

Now that Olivia had taken a better look at the Middle Eastern man as he walked towards her (previously, she had seen his face mostly from a side profile), it dawn on her that she had seen this man before.

Australia. A few days earlier.

Olivia went to see a play at the Sydney Opera House along with her friends Jenny (white) and Anika (African American). She had known both women since back in boarding school. Jenny was getting married in a couple of days to an Australian and who had convinced her to make Australia her home. Olivia and Anika were her only friends from the States willing to travel such a long distance to attend her wedding.

"C'mon, Livvie, don't be such a party pooper," Anika complained. "The night is still young, we can't leave just yet!" she whined, her eyes scanning the bar for some action. But there seemed to be no cute guys in sight. Then, she turned to Jenny. "You must be the only bride in the world who would rather watch a play than have a real bachelorette party!"

They had just watched a dramatic performance in the main theater and were now sitting outdoors having drinks at the Opera Bar enjoying the spectacular views of the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.

"Stop it, Anika!" Olivia scolded. "You know it's not by choice…Jenny doesn't really have any friends in Sydney. It's really insensitive for you to continue rub it in at every chance you get!" She suspected that Anika was there because she thought traveling to another continent would be a fun adventure and not necessarily to support their friend. "Besides, we don't have to get passed out drunk to have fun!

"Well, I sure don't want to leave just yet!" Jenny reiterated motioning for the waiter to bring her another cocktail.

"This is your third one, Anika!" Jenny shook her head and frowned her disapproval.

"You need to lighten up, girlfriend!"Anika spat back.

"I have a meeting with my wedding planner in the morning," Jenny said.

"That's okay, Jen. You go on home. I'll stay with her for a little bit then we'll catch a taxi back to the hotel." Olivia reassured her friend.

Jenny left the bar shortly afterwards.

A few minutes later, a guy Anika had been flirting with approach their table. Eventually, the guy left them alone. Anika accused Olivia of chasing him away.

"You're not in any condition to make any decisions," Olivia said seeing her friend was as drunk as a skunk.

Somehow, eventually they left the Opera House. By then, it was close to midnight and raining hard.

They waited outside for a taxi. But it was pouring hard and windy. They were soaked by the time they spotted a taxi.

Olivia and Anika both ran, shivering, cold and drenched, motioning with both arms for the taxi driver to stop.

That's when Olivia noticed a man, an Arab looking man a few steps ahead of them. It appeared as though the cab driver was going to stop for him.

"Hey, he's stealing our cab!" Anika roared.

Then, the cab driver did something unexpected: he put his vehicle in reverse and stopped right before Olivia and Anika.

"Sweet!" Anika exclaimed excitedly. "It pays to be a woman in this country!" she added, glad that the cab driver had picked them instead of the man.

"I hailed him first!" the Arab man yelled back, outraged.

The women wasted no time getting inside.

Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia caught sight of the Arab man standing in the rain, glaring after them.

However, she quickly put him out of her mind, glad to be inside the cab and looking forward to relaxing in the Jacuzzi tub as soon as they got back to the hotel.

Presently, somehow, the man's behavior made more sense now.

It stood to reason that he had recognized her.

She gave herself a mental slap. She usually never forgot a face no matter how brief the encounter. But then again, she'd had quite a bit to drink at the bar, so maybe…

Anyhow, it appeared that he was still angry that she had stolen his cab. She shook her head in disbelief. Seriously, wasn't this a small infraction to say the least?

But people often lose the capacity to be reasonable…especially when they feel personally offended. Otherwise, cases of road rage would be completely unheard of.

She decided she would not give the matter any further thought.

"I'm guessing then… you haven't been married before," Fitz asked Olivia. He had noticed her state of distraction. He hoped it wasn't something he'd said…or worse, that she was bored with him.

"Oh, no…heavens no!" she stated a little too emphatically, scrambling to get her train of thought back to the present. There wasn't much to say, really. "I almost did tie the knot once…but I broke it off…Edison was great, really. It's just that there was something missing…a certain spark, if you know what I mean," she gave him a charming smile. There had been more, actually…come to think of it Edison had suffocated her with his bouts of jealousy and his possessiveness. But of course, she decided to keep that piece of information to herself. No need to bring up any negativity.

Fitz found himself returning her smile with the sheepishness of a school boy who had just experienced the girl he'd been secretly admiring finally notice him.

"It all works out for the best, it always does."

"I guess we never know what life has in store for us." She said with a sparkle in her eyes. "I think that's what makes life such a great adventure…our luck can change from one minute to the next, sometimes when we least expect it."

Leaning in closer to her, Fitz focused on her face, captivated by her seamlessly perfect features, her bone structure other women would die for.

"Any man will be lucky to have you," he murmured. Wait. think. Maybe that was a bit can do better than that, Fitz. "I mean, to have YOU choose him." That was better. She has the power. "Any man would be lucky to have you choose him." he reiterated. The implication being that she could have the pick of the litter (of available men) if she wanted.

She bit her lip. Then, she gave him her best smile.

Every minute of every day, he would be lucky to have her.

"Fitz..." she started. "Ah...I need to use the ladies room." she said, her tone light and coy.

Since he was sitting in the aisle seat, she would need to go past him.

"Of course," he gallantly stood up to the side so she would have room to go around him.

Olivia gathered her purse and glided to a standing position, so close to him that their bodies nearly touched.

Spellbound, she stared up at his face. The way he was looking at her made her weak in the knees, especially the way his grayish blue eyes focused on her lips.

Too bad we're on a plane, he mused. Otherwise, those visions in his mind of what it would be like to make love to her would have a better chance of becoming a reality.

"Excuse me," a passenger squeezed past them, which gave Fitz the perfect excuse to slither closer to her so that their bodies were now lightly brushing against each other.

His fingertips reached out to touch her arm. It was a bold gesture, he knew. They'd just met. But he had this burning desire to establish some kind of physical contact with her...almost as much as he needed air to breathe.

Much to his relief, she did not pull away from his touch, rather, her body seemed to melt. He saw it in her eyes, that wanton need which seemed to transcend time and space so all that mattered was the two of them...as if the whole universe as they knew it had ceased to exist to include them and nothing else...no one else but them.

"Olivia," he breathed her name.

"Call me Liv, most of my friends call me..." she trailed off, her voice soft like the melody of a love song, needing to reciprocate the intimacy of his fingers tips caressing her arm which continued to send little jolts of sensations throughout every cell in her body.

A woman behind Fitz cleared her throat. "Excuse us," she said a little apologetically. She had two young children in tow and did not want to be rude and bump into them as they made their way back to their seats.

The spell was broken.

Olivia and the woman exchanged a knowing smile.

"Hmm...I...I'll be right back," she told fitz.

"Sure." he nodded.

She quickly turned towards the restrooms at the back of the aircraft, her heart beating fast. She had never felt such a powerful attraction for a man, any man for that matter.

After a couple of minutes waiting by the restroom door, a couple came out of the restroom with their hair and clothing a bit out of place. They were young, both blond and bore a certain resemblance to each other...almost as though they could be related.

Although, Olivia strongly suspected they weren't related to each other.

They smiled at her and she smiled back.

Once she was inside the restroom re-applying her makeup , her thoughts wandered back to Fitz...

She thought of checking her purse to make sure she had brought back with her her birth control pills. She had been taking them faithfully for years as her doctor thought it would help relieve troublesome PMS symptoms. The added benefit was that she would always be prepared should the unexpected happen. Olivia hated the idea of finding herself with an unplanned pregnancy. She was a woman of tightly scheduled calendars. Although she would love to have children one day, it had to be under the right circumstances: namely planned circumstances.

With an enormous sense of relief, Olivia realized that she had indeed packed her birth control pills and not left them behind in her hotel room as she had feared.

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