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I wouldn't be happy with.
Then I saw Melanie here and she looked..." he paused and stared at
her with burning, intense, deep set eyes, "... she looked just
perfect, so I told Mitch to get her on the flight, and that was
that. Now here she is."
    "Oh yeah," Alex said, "about that. Melanie
was just saying that--"
    "Oh no, Alex, that's just fine. As long as
Mitch and everyone say it's okay and since Margaret isn't
well..."
    Now that she knew Alex was just a nice guy
and not some wacko Jekyll and Hyde, there was no way she was going
to miss this opportunity of a lifetime. Just as long as she could
take Sebastian's weird arrogant behavior, and as long as Alex
didn't get the wrong idea, then this would be a trip to
remember.
    "Well that's just great, Melanie." Alex
said. "Glad to have you aboard." He gave her that irresistible
smile that she was becoming a little addicted to and then took his
strong hand in acceptance.
    "Glad to be aboard, sir." She beamed back at
him.
    Sebastian stood beside them and glowered.
"Get ready for a long flight Melanie." He said. "You'll be paid
damn well for this, so you better be every bit as good as we need
you to be."

Chapter Seven
     
    An hour later, they were at cruising altitude and
there was nothing but clear blue skies ahead. Melanie still
couldn't believe her luck. This day was turning out to be something
special, all right. If Sebastian were a little arrogant, it
probably wouldn't be such a big deal, as he seemed to be content to
do most of the piloting while Alex relaxed in the living area.
    "Is there anything I can get you? Anything I
can do for you?" She asked him.
    "Not at the moment." He smiled. "I'm just
finishing up a few things here before I get into vacation mode.
Just make yourself comfortable."
    Sure, like that's easy. What am I supposed
to do with myself? She thought. The aircraft was spotlessly clean
and everything ship-shape. The last crew had left it pristine.
There was nothing for her to do until one of the brothers got
hungry or needed a drink.
    She went into the kitchen to see what kind
of food there was, but everything there had already been prepared
already. Fancy dishes were clearly labeled for each brother. Alex
was obviously the gourmet with delicacies such as braised partridge
and champagne pears waiting for him. Sebastian was the more
visceral of the two with basic but still expensive tastes; mostly
it seemed, for lobster tails and ice cream. Bottles of champagne
were plentiful and it seemed that both brothers were fans of
that.
    Alex told her to relax for a while and went
to freshen up himself. In the meantime, she kept occupied
familiarizing herself with anything that might come within her
purview during the course of the flight.
    "Can I help you with anything?" The voice
behind her had the same commanding tone as always. She turned and
smiled bashfully, her heart racing a little.
    "Oh no, I'm just getting to know…” She
stopped. It wasn't Alex -- at least she didn't think so. The two
were so damned alike. "I'm sorry," she said, "its Alex, right?"
    "Wrong." He said petulantly. "Not that it
matters anyway. Look, I'm getting a bit hungry. Fix a couple of
those lobster tails for me and bring them to the cockpit."
    He turned and left.
    Jackass. Now how do I 'fix' those lobster
tails?
    The tails were already cooked and just
needed reheating under the grill. She knew not to put them in the
microwave or they would taste and feel like rubber. The last thing
she wanted to do was to upset Sebastian. The only slight problem
was figuring out how to work the space age-looking oven. There were
no buttons or knobs; just smooth, surfaces glistening as though
nothing had ever actually been used before. After a couple of
minutes looking around, the pilot appeared again.
    "How about those tails?" He said grumpily.
"Are they ready yet?"
    "Coming right up." She lied.
    "Don't take all day." He said and then
disappeared back to the cockpit.
    She was still fumbling around without
success