there,
staring at her with cold eyes.
"Alex! I thought you said it was okay to
take a shower." She tried to cover herself with her soaped arms and
the loofah but it was useless, he was free to enjoy the curves of
her rear and the long wet lines of her waist and legs.
What a creep. She thought.
He stood there without a word, just staring,
the way he had at the check-in counter when they had met that
morning. It was the same entitled look as though he had every right
to stare and enjoy, as though her body were his property.
"You said it was okay." She said.
"I didn't say any such thing." He replied
slowly, his eyes lingering on her parts of her that didn't include
her face. "But hell, I guess it's not so bad. I said a little less
makeup but I didn't mean this much less." He chuckled. "I'll see
you on the flight." He turned and abruptly slammed the door shut as
he left.
What in the hell? Don't tell me I'm on a
nine-hour flight with a psycho. She thought. Christ, I hope his
brother is more normal than this. Maybe this crappy job isn't worth
it. Not even for a free trip to Tahiti. Not even to keep my mother
in...
No. That thought ended it. She would put up
with whatever he could throw at her. Twelve thousand dollars was
nothing to him, but it was everything to her. After all the minimum
wage years she had put in for him at Drummond Airlines, this was
something she deserved.
She finished her shower quickly, just
washing off the soap and then buttoned herself back up into her
uniform. Time to go to work.
She opened the door and started as she saw
that Alex was standing right outside the door with his hand raised,
ready to knock.
"Hi there." He said. "Did you get a chance
to freshen up alright?"
Back to charmer mode. She thought.
"I don't know." She said. "Based on what you
saw, what do you think?"
He looked puzzled.
"Well, based upon what I can see right now
I'd say yes. Most definitely." He took her hand very gently and
then in his commanding way said, "Follow me. I'd like you to meet
my brother before we prepare for takeoff."
Melanie didn't move. Alex turned to her, his
eyebrows raised in question.
"Melanie?"
"Mr. Drummond, I'm not sure that I can take
this flight with you after all."
He let go of her hand.
"Well, okay, but can you at least tell me
why?"
She opened her mouth to speak but just as
she did, someone appeared from the cockpit. He was identical to
Alex, in every way. He was even dressed the same.
Alex followed her eyes to his brother
advancing down the aisle.
"Oh," he said, "this is my brother
Sebastian. Sebastian, this is--"
"We've already met." His eyes locked onto
Melanie's and she recognized the same cold stare, the one from
arrivals and then just now in the shower. So that mystery was
solved. One cold, arrogant, asshole billionaire twin brother and
one drop dead, gorgeous, charmer from heaven billionaire twin
brother.
"Who do you think asked to have her on the
flight?" Sebastian said, without taking his gaze from Melanie,
still giving her that up and down stare as if he were sizing her up
to put a price tag on her.
"I don't get it." Alex said. "You asked for
her? I thought Mitch was in charge of that stuff?"
Sebastian turned to his brother.
"Hey, we own this company, right? Mitch just
works for us. I saw this girl on the way in--"
"She has a name, Sebastian."
"Whatever. I saw this girl with a name on
the way in and I figured we could use someone, let's say, a little
more youthful and energetic on our flight than the usual crew."
"This is Melanie." Alex said, with hidden
meaning that she didn't understand. Sebastian's eyes were blank
with incomprehension.
“Okay, I heard you. She has a name."
"I don't think you did. This is..." he
looked at Melanie and then changed direction. "Forget it. So where
is Margaret, our usual flight attendant?"
"Margaret isn't well today and I knew if I
left it to Mitch, he would replace her with some other..."
Alex glared at his brother.
"...with someone