Ok so this is sort of a filler chapter in a way. Nothing really big happens :P Next one though, a lot of stuff is gonna happen.
He'd gotten to the twelfth page of his folder when the flight attendant came to speak with them.
"Would you guys like anything to eat or drink?"
Eragon looked up and smiled. The girl was gorgeous.
"Not right now, thank you. But definitely later."
The attendant smiled at him and glanced at Arya.
"You?"
Arya waved her away without even looking.
"No. Leave."
The dark-haired attendant frowned and turned, walking off. He glared at Arya.
"Why did you do that?"
She looked at him.
"Because I didn't want anything."
He frowned.
"I did!"
She rolled her eyes.
"What, her number?"
Eragon gave her a face that said, "obviously!"
"Yes! Did you see those legs?"
"Oh my gosh would you just keep it in your pants when you're near me?"
He tilted his head and grinned.
"Are you sure you aren't jealous, Arya?"
She looked him dead in the eye and he backed off a bit. When she spoke her tone was neutral.
"Yes. That's totally what I am Eragon. I'm so jealous that you aren't objectifying me and watching my ass as I walk. Please, do."
He was wary now that he'd pissed her off. But still, he couldn't help it so he leaned in close.
"Well maybe you aren't jealous but I must say, you look sexy when you get all aggravated."
Without word Arya's hand shot to his throat and cut off his breath. He gagged slightly as she shoved him away and his head bumped rather roughly into the window. She then returned to her file as if nothing had happened at all. He shook his head to clear it and then returned to his own file as well, trying to nurse his ego a bit.
-A-R-Y-A-
She had to admit, she wasn't used to being talked to with such boldness. She also realized that she didn't truly know Eragon that well. When she'd first met him, he was grief-stricken and ready to die. Then as they trained, he'd behaved himself because there was no other option. But now she could see his true colors. He was around others which meant she couldn't do much about anything and he knew it. Of course she thought part of his being such a tool was due to the fact he was trying to keep his mind off of what he'd seen. Still, it was a bit nerve-wracking to know that he had the balls to improvise things out of the blue that would make things super awkward.
He wasn't afraid of her like everyone else. And he was a player. It didn't really matter to her because she knew she could take care of herself. But it was annoying to watch stupid girls fall into his trap. She grinned subtly. Next time he tried to do that he was going to get a nice surprise.
Since it was a ten hour flight, she read through her file five times and then was able to set it down and go over everything in her head. Eragon on the other hand was busy trying to console the flight attendant, who she'd pissed off, every time she walked by. But it was to no avail.
As soon as the plane landed, she stood and stretched her limbs. They'd jumped ahead three hours so here it was around ten o'clock. Walking swiftly off the plane and through the airport, she brushed past several people in order to get to her bags. They had to wait for fifteen minutes to see theirs and they grabbed them quickly, heading for the parking lot where Saphira had arranged for a car to be waiting. When she saw it was a black Camaro ZR1 she grinned. That girl knew her too well. She unlocked the trunk before the rest of the car so that Eragon couldn't hop in the driver's side. When he tried to open the door and failed, he pouted at her.
"Come on! Why can't I drive. This is one of my favorite cars!"
She shook her head.
"Nope. Put your bags in the car and lets go."
She walked to the driver door and unlocked it, sliding inside. After programming the GPS, she backed out of the parking space and drove the speed limit the whole way there. The hotel was only fourteen miles from the airport but they arrived in less than expected. Driving up to the front, a valet walked swiftly to open her door. She gave him a twenty and he smiled, taking her keys.
"We'll take your bags up to your room."
She thanked him and they headed inside. Arya looked around appreciatively. The hotel was beautiful. Eragon whistled.
"Wow. I am really glad I met you or I'd never have seen this."
She walked to the front desk.
"Two rooms for Elise Gardet and Noah Pelk."
The older man behind the counter smiled and typed their names into the computer. He frowned, excusing himself before returning moments later with a woman at his side. She smiled at both of them.
"It seems we were not aware travel agents would be coming today. We have upgraded your rooms from two Club Kings to Executive. I would give you the Presidential Suite but there is only one."
Eragon grinned.
"Is there a couch?"
"Of course."
"Then we'll take it."
Arya fought the desire to punch him in the face. She'd expected her room to be the place where she could escape from him. Now he would be around 24-7. Arya tried to back-track.
"The Executive Suites are fine."
The manager waved her hand.
"Oh don't worry, it's no trouble. And since you are our special guests, your pricing will be the same as if you were staying in one Club King."
Eragon took the key that she held out.
"Thank you so much. We look forward to seeing your hotel."
With that, Eragon started towards the elevators. The moment the doors closed she had him pinned painfully against the wall.
"You do something like that again and you go back to base. You're finished. Do you understand?"
He nodded and she dropped his arms. Just as the doors opened though, he grinned mischievously at her. She swore silently and waited as an elderly man stepped onto the elevator. They reached the nineteenth floor after stopping almost five times and Eragon practically ran to the room. He slid the key in and the door clicked open. He walked through and she followed. He stood stalk still just inside as he stared at the room. It was magnificent. There was a huge lounge area with a flat-screen television and three rooms separating off that. Inside a bell-hop waited by their bags. She handed him a twenty and he thanked her before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.
Eragon spun around in a circle before stopping to look at her.
"Ok, I know you're pissed right now but you have to admit this is amazing."
She grabbed her suitcases and headed for the bedroom.
"Yes."
He stepped in front of her.
"Look. I'm sorry I was an ass. I just have never stayed in a Presidential Suite so I figured this would be my only chance. She sighed.
"It's fine. Get situated and then go to the safe. The combination is 5-7-3-2-5-1."
He seemed to want to say something more but instead got out of her way. She'd almost reached her room when he called her back.
"Wait, Saphira said our stuff was waiting for us in our rooms. Since we switched, we won't have what we need."
She shook her head.
"It's fine. Saphira intended this. The fact that it told them we were from was travel agency was her doing. I'm guessing she knew you'd jump on the Presidential Suite so she had our stuff put there."
"That's quite a risk."
Arya shook her head.
"Not really. This room is way too expensive for basically everyone so it wouldn't have been given out to anyone for a while. If we'd stuck with the Executive rooms, we still could've gone to the Presidential Suite and got everything out."
Eragon chuckled.
"That girl is smart."
Arya walked continued on.
"That she is."
As soon as she stepped into the room she wanted to fall on the bed. Not that she'd be able to sleep, but it looked like the most comfortable thing on earth. Instead she opened her suitcases and took fifteen minutes to unpack everything. She returned to the lounge area and found Eragon sorting through a mass of things on the floor. He'd set two silver Beretta 92FS's to the side and was in the process of putting a few bundles of cash back in. There were two Ontario Spec Plus Marine Combat knives next to the guns. Piled to the right were twenty boxes of ammo. Arya noticed a slip of paper and picked it up.
Good luck you to. I so called you guys ending up here. You're welcome. Saphira
Arya smirked and dropped it to Eragon.
"See."
He read the note and laughed.
"Good call. What are we supposed to do with all of this? I don't think we could carry weapons everywhere."
Arya put their passports inside the safe.
"Hand me a gun." When he did she released the clip. Seeing there was no ammo in it she opened one of the boxes and loaded the gun. She checked the safety and then looked back at him. "As of now, put everything else back inside. We don't have to worry about anything right now so best to just play it safe. We need to rest for tonight and then we'll start our search in the morning."
Eragon looked at the other handgun with a frown.
"I wish they would've let us choose our weapons."
She shook her head.
"This weapon's reliability is unmatched."
He shrugged.
"Mine's better."
"What is yours?"
He grinned and loaded his own Beretta.
"Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber standard with seven-round magazine capacity. It's custom engraved and nickel-plated with an ivory handle."
She sighed.
"In a weapons test the Beretta would win."
He grinned cheekily.
"But in an awesomeness test the Colt would win. And I tinkered with mine a bit so it's basically perfect. In a test between the MY Colt and a Beretta, MY Colt would totally win."
She chuckled.
"We'll have to see about that. But wouldn't it have been pretty messed up in the blast?"
His face fell and she wished she'd just kept her mouth shut. But then he laughed.
"No! I loaned it to Garrow. . . . ." He frowned. "It's in Garrow's floor safe. He was going to replace the grip for me because I'd cracked it."
"Well then you can get it after this mission."
He shook his head sadly, closing the door to the safe and standing.
"No. I can't."
"Because of Garrow's son?"
Eragon nodded and dropped to the couch.
"I'm gonna catch some sleep. Night, Arya."
She watched him for a moment and then turned to her room.
"Night."
She lay in the bed for over two hours without sleeping when she heard a thump. After pulling the weapon from under the pillow next to her, she jumped to her feet and ran to the door. Slowing as she reached it, she opened it carefully and peered outside. Seeing nothing, she walked into the lounge area and looked around. When she noticed what had made the noise she sighed. Eragon was just sitting up from falling off of the couch he'd been sleeping on. She dropped her outstretched arm, hiding the gun. He winced and looked around, noticed her, and winced again.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
She smirked.
"I wouldn't think you would try and fall off the couch, Eragon."
He chuckled and stood, dropping back on top of the cushions.
"What're you doing up?"
She shrugged.
"Can't sleep."
He scooted over and patted the seat next to him.
"I'm going to watch some t.v. if you want to join." She started to shake her head but he stood and moved to a chair next to the couch. "There. Now you don't have to sit by me."
She pondered for a moment and then sat where he'd just vacated, tucking the gun next to her.
"Don't you want to go back to sleep?"
He shook his head.
"No. I'm too wide awake now."
He clicked on the television and started flipping through channels. He stopped on a Spanish Soap Opera and grinned. She frowned.
"I'm not staying out here to watch to watch this."
He sighed and hung his feet over the side of his chair.
"You're no fun."
As he said this he changed the channel and stopped immediately.
"Castle!"
Arya made a face.
"What is that?"
He looked at her like she was crazy.
"You've never seen Castle?"
"No."
He turned up the volume and dropped the remote back in his chair.
"Then you're in for a treat."
She didn't exactly believe him but she kept her mouth shut. Ended up that she did rather enjoy it. He looked at her expectantly as the show ended.
"So?"
She shrugged.
"It was good."
He smirked.
"You loved it."
She rolled her eyes and stood, walking to the kitchen and pulling out a complementary mini box of cereal. She opened it and returned to the couch. Eragon chuckled.
"No milk?"
She shrugged.
"I like it without."
He leaned forward to see what she was eating.
"Eww, how can you eat Cheerios without milk? They're so bland."
She put a handful in her mouth and finished chewing before she answered.
"Because I think it tastes good."
He shook his head at her.
"You're crazy."
She ignored him and turned her attention to the television. The commercials were over and another episode of Castle began. Eragon smiled like a kid on Christmas and gave it his full attention. By the time this episode had ended it was four in the morning. She looked over to find Eragon sprawled in his seat. His head hung off one arm rest and his feet the other. She chuckled and stood, dropping the box in the trash and returning to her room to try to get a couple hours of sleep.
She woke the next morning around eight and didn't bother changing from her sweats and t-shirt yet. Instead she opened her door and found that Eragon was already up. He was standing by his suitcase, bare back to her, as he started to unbutton one of his shirts. She watched him for a moment, appreciating the cut muscles of his back. After a moment Eragon finished unbuttoning and swung the shirt around, sliding his arms through the sleeves.
"It's rude to stare."
She jolted slightly but caught herself.
"I was actually just seeing if you'd be able to figure out that shirt. Took you long enough."
He turned around, the front still hanging open, and grinned.
"Are you sure you just don't like looking at all this?"
She shook her head and walked into the kitchen.
"You should wear an undershirt or you'll get uncomfortable."
He groaned and quickly pulled out a white tee from his suitcase, pulling off his shirt and putting on the tee. Once he'd finished and put the dress shirt back on, he pulled out the vest and put it on over the shirt. He grabbed a random tie but Arya caught glimpse of the color and shook her head.
"No." She walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a skinny black and white striped tie and handed it to him. He took it and wrapped it around his neck. She watched in amusement as he tried and failed several times to tie it. Shaking her head, she took it back from him. "You seriously can't tie a tie? Were you taught nothing as a child?"
His face fell a little.
"No, I wasn't."
She sighed.
"Eragon I didn't mean to say that." He shrugged and she wrapped the tie around his neck, tying it quickly. After tucking it under the vest, she headed for the kitchen. He rolled his shoulders and tried to get comfortable with the outfit.
"Where are we heading today?"
She pulled down another mini box of cereal and started to eat from it.
"To the business district. But first we have to make an appearance around the hotel. We'll just do a casual run-through and check out all the things it has to offer. Tonight we can eat at the hotel restaurant."
Eragon pulled at his tie.
"Are you going to get dressed?"
She poured the last of the cereal into her hand and ate it before heading back to her room.
"Yes."
She closed the door behind her and walked to her closet. Choosing a pair of black pants and a white blouse, she changed quickly. Lastly she pulled out her Anne Taylor black suit-jacket. She slid on a pair of high-heeled black shoes and pulled her hair into a high pony. When she finished getting ready, she walked back out, taking pride in the fact that Eragon stumbled over air when he saw her.
"You ready?" He nodded and headed for the door but she stopped him. "Wait, you're missing a belt."
He chuckled and walked back to his suitcase.
"I was hoping you wouldn't notice. How come you know so much about fashion anyway? It doesn't seem like your thing."
"It's not. I hate dressing up just as much as you but I know what happens when you get lazy. I almost blew a mission because I wore a shirt with the wrong color pants."
He looked at her in disbelief.
"How the hell could that ruin a mission?"
He held up a black belt and she shook her head. Brown. Again she nixed it. When he pulled out a white one she nodded.
"You'd be surprised what suspicious or paranoid people notice. The woman we were watching caught my eye as I walked inside and pulled me to the side. She literally questioned me for ten minutes about who I was and I had to come up with the lie that I was colorblind so that she would back off."
Eragon laughed and opened the door to the hall.
"I really wish I could've seen that."
She placed the 'Do not Disturb' sign on the door and followed him out. They walked to the elevator and stepped on. They had just reached the third floor when it stopped and the doors opened. The moment Arya saw who was waiting she wanted to knock Eragon unconscious. Six girls walked into the elevator and every single one of them had their eye on Eragon. She glanced at him and saw he was flashing a charming smile. She rolled her eyes and moved to the side as they pushed in. Eragon opened his mouth to speak but she took the opportunity to get revenge from earlier. She held out her hand to the closest girl.
"Hi. We are travel agents here from America and we need to conduct interviews with several of the guests. Would you all be interested in sitting down with me and my partner and telling us about your stay?"
Immediately the girl's eyes shot to Eragon before nodding quickly. The others agreed. She grinned.
"Good. We would do it now but Noah here wants to introduce me to his boyfriend."
The girls all did a double-take and then disappointment crossed their faces. Eragon looked like he was about to fall over as he stared openly at her. The girls looked at him but this time it was with a totally different air. The one Arya had spoken with smiled.
"Hey, maybe we can all go shopping sometime later after the interviews."
Arya smiled.
"I'm sure he'd love to do that."
As soon as they reached the lobby the girls walked out giggling and headed for the exit. She headed towards the front desk with Eragon right beside her.
"What the hell? Why would you do that to me?!"
Arya smiled.
"Payback's a bitch. Keep that in mind next time you try to mess with me."
He glared at her as she arrived at the counter. The man there barely looked at them.
"May I help you?"
Immediately a manager walked out. A different one than yesterday's. He smiled.
"Ah, our esteemed guests. Anything you need? I'm Raoul."
Arya looked around.
"We were hoping for somebody to explain to us all there is to do here."
Raoul nodded and pulled out a map from behind the counter.
"Would you rather somebody take you around or would you like to go on your own?"
"We'll manage on our own. Thank you very much." She took the pamphlet from his hands and opened it. "Let's go check out the pool."
Yes my obsession with Castle goes on and will still be in my stories. I would put it in "An Unwanted Bond" but it wouldn't exactly fit lmao.
Mark Silverwing: I sort of liked it but I got kind of bored after a couple episodes :/
My Generation: Lol yeah I know it sort of took away but I felt like it should be done because I don't really describe stuff like that much. Lol yeah me too but I probably would've broken something anyway. Lol nice. Pop-tarts are awesome. Chocolate ones are my favorite.
Elvendiath: Yeah it sucks :P and sorry your got cancelled too
Tsukune08: Why would he suspect it at all? He wasn't thinking that would happen and she's still much faster. There was no opportunity for him to react.
Nandon: Totally agree with you!
Apple Jaxx: Gotcha. And I totally get what you're saying and agree with you I just don't really want to go back and fix it now. I will try to do so in the future :) And thanks for that image now I'm going to go and have some nightmares. Jk jk jk. I'm fine. I've read and seen worse it's just funny to me to read in a review. And I know you aren't bashing me. Even if you were, it's totally your right to share your opinion. And thank you for reviewing. I'm going to try and be less lazy in my research now :)