As he got closer, I gulped. His footsteps began to echo simultaneously with my heartbeat, I tried to take a deep breath, but I knew nothing was going to calm my racing heart, and the closer he got, the more my nerves pumped through my veins.

Liliana-

"Alright, so as you can see Mr. Cavalier is not much of a talker, which is okay because you will run into some clients who are a bit on the arrogant side, and some others who are a bit more relaxed and friendly. Anyway, we're going to perform a walk around and make sure he is all settled and buckled in." Chamille explained, and I silently nodded, still trying to calm my nerves.

This would be my first time getting on a plane after the incident from my previous job, and to say that my heart was racing would be an understatement. And a very tall and intimidating Mr. Cavalier was not making it any better.

When Mr. Cavalier entered the plane both Chamille and I greeted him, however he simply brushed past us and barely even glanced our way. I found his actions quite rude, but who was I to tell the client off on his manners?

He simply strolled by us, and sat down pulling out his laptop.

It seemed Chamille was used to his character, because she simply went about her day as though his actions no longer bothered her.

As we walked around making sure everything was in place, I pursed my lips as we got closer to him. It was a way to focus on my breathing, and I just hoped I didn't begin to sweat.

I hated being nervous, but given that it was my first day, I had no room for mistakes.

Chamille approached Mr. Cavalier as she clasped her hands before her and addressed him with a smile, "Mr. Cavalier, it my pleasure to introduce you to Liliana, she is the newest addition to our team and will be flying with us today."

"Its a pleasure." I smiled softly when his eyes flashed to me, and as a result, he simply hummed, and focused back on his laptop.

Rude much.

Chamille cleared her throat softly, then she continued, "We are getting ready for take off, and I just wanted to know if you were ready?" And for a moment, he didn't reply, so I sent a quick side glance towards Chamille, who still kept a soft smile on her face.

I tried to copy her actions, but his lack of acknowledgement was quickly getting under my skin, but after typing a quick note on his laptop, he closed it and packed it away, then he leaned back and finally acknowledged Chamille with a firm tone as he said "of course." Then his eyes flashed to me once more, and my heart dropped.

Sweet baby Jesus, he was a "foreign handsome beau" as my mom would put it.

His well defined face was shaven and clean. His sharp straight nose fit well in with his square jaw, and defined cheek bones. His hair once again well combed and in place. His eyes a dark shade of brown, only highlighted by the overhead light above him.

His dark eyes simply brushed over my appearance, then he looked away, leaning against his arm, and brushing his fingers against his lips.

I took that as our dismissal.

His gaze was enough to have a heat envelope my skin, and I found my palms getting sweaty quickly. Something about the way he carried himself made me want to run in the opposite direction and quickly.

And I didn't even know the man, but he just seemed like bad news.

Or maybe it was my nerves?

I gulped as Chamille nodded, and we walked away.

As we sat down and buckled in, Chamille turned to me and found my questioning gaze and she smiled and said "I've flown with him a few times before, you get used to it. So, now that the client is settled and buckled in, we buckle in, and you dial *9112 on that phone." Chamille pointed to a red phone, and I nodded, picking it up.

After two rings, the pilot answered and I assured him that we were ready to go.

As the plane began to prepare for take off, I leaned my head back against my chair, and I took a deep breath, in order to calm myself. I could already feel the dizzying nerves take toll on my body. My heart was already thumping against my rib cage, and every once in a while it felt as though it dipped to the pit of my stomach.

As much as I loved to travel, take off and landing were never my favorite.

"Nervous?" Chamille observed after I let out an audible breath.

"Something like that." I giggled awkwardly, my hands pressing into the arms of the chair.

"Well I can't blame you. It's not a nice feeling, but I just try to think of my family back home. My husband and my two babies. Are you married?" Chamille asked as she made small talk, which somehow helped me calm down.

"No, not yet." I chuckled awkwardly.

"Boyfriend?" She questioned as she turned her face to me.

"No, I haven't met anyone yet." I shook my head, giggling.

"What?" Chamille asked as I kept laughing, though my heart leaped out of my chest as the plane sped up until we were off the ground and soaring through the air.

"I don't really catch anyone's eye, and even when I do, it's never anything strong enough to become something serious." I explained finally able to breathe as the plane began to level out, high above the clouds.

"Oh so you're one of those girls." Chamille chuckled as she shook her head.

"What girls?" I asked raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"The ones who aren't too impressed with the guys who crush on them, and you wait for a tall dark handsome stranger to come and sweep you off your feet." She explained with a cheeky smile, and I shook my head as I said "I wish. But that only happens in books so, yeah."

"Alright, well as you can see, we're now flying comfortably, so at this point, on a long trip like this, you go and check on the client, make sure the take off was good, and if for now he'd like to drink or eat anything." Chamille instructed while she pulled out a magazine and sat back in her seat.

"Oh- w- you mean I-I go to ask him? Alone? You're not coming?" I asked, my nerves spiking my heartbeat.

"This is basic hostess routine, you've done it in commercial flights. Come on, you assured me that this would be an easy training. If you need any help, I'm right here." Chamille pepped, then gave me no chance to answer as she opened her magazine, and pretended to get lost in an ad for wrinkle repair cream.

Sighing, I picked up my shoulders and straightened my back as I lifted my chin and made my way towards Mr. Cavalier.

As I walked towards him, I tried to tell myself that he was just another passenger on an airplane. This was my area of expertise. I was performing a routine check up, and that was it. Not rocket science.

Should've been easy enough.

Once I reached him he was once again on his laptop. If I remembered correctly, I was not to disturb him until he acknowledged me, so taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat audibly in hopes that he would notice me.

Nothing.

So I waited. I silently counted sixty seconds before I cleared my throat again, then I plastered a small smile on my face, and yet I received nothing.

I looked over at Chamille who peeped her eyes over the magazine, then she simply shrugged, and went back to reading.

After standing there for a moment, and getting frustrated with every silent second that went by, I spoke "Mr. Cavalier, I hope our take off was smooth enough. Would you like anything to eat or drink at this time?"

Nothing.

Not a word, a sigh, not even a blink.

It's almost as if I was talking to a brick wall.

Helpless, I looked over at Chamille once again, who at that point was hiding her laughter behind her magazine.

"Help me." I mouthed to her, and she simply waved then placed a thumbs up as she mouthed back "you're doing great".

Scowling, I kept myself from rolling my eyes.

Was it okay to want to kill your trainer on the first day?

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and prepped myself to speak again, but that was interrupted when my heart lodged in my throat at his voice.

"Am I annoying you Liliana?" He questioned, and the second I opened my eyes and met his dark ones, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.

"Uh, not at all sir. Would you like anything to dr-"

"A glass of red wine will be fine thank you." He simply cut me off mid-sentence, and I had to count to five to stop myself from replying.

Feeling appalled by his behavior, yet helpless that I had to hold my tongue, I turned and headed to Chamille.

On the way there, the way he pronounced my name echoed in my ears, which had goosebumps growing over my skin. He was definitely a foreign handsome beau.

Once I reached Chamille, her laughter became even more evident, and I groaned as I said "that was not nice of you."

"Oh but you did so well. At least you're not crying." Chamille shrugged as if this was a test that many had failed before.

"Some people have cried?" I asked in disbelief, and Chamille shook her head as she said "like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, what did he ask for? Wait let me guess, a glass of red wine?"

"Yep." I nodded then smiled, and Chamille stood up and led me to the kitchenette.

She showed me where to find the glass, and where the wine was kept. As she worded out her instructions, and I nodded attentively, I had a moment of weakness and my eyes flashed in Mr. Cavalier's direction.

The moment I did so, my heart leaped against my chest, a jolt rushing through my body, as I felt my face heat up when our eyes met.

Looking away quickly, which gave me a mini whiplash, I tried to breathe, though it came out slightly shaky, but I still blamed that on my nerves. Though the nagging voice of my subconscious told me otherwise.

After Chamille set the wine in an ice bucket, and prepped the glass on a tray, she helped me carry them towards Mr. Cavalier.

Once we reached him, he teared his eyes away from his laptop, and leaned back in his chair.

I did everything in my power to look anywhere but directly at him. But in my peripheral vision, I could feel his eyes drilling into my skull, his index finger once again resting against his lips.

The very nice, soft looking lips.

I was really trying to focus on the task at hand, but my heart thudding against my rib cage did not help alleviate the stress I was feeling.

Still blaming it on the nerves though.

Chamille watched me attentively as I removed the cork from the bottle, and began pouring it in the glass. As I did so, it took all my strength not to let my knees shake because his heavy gaze had not moved from my face. And the nerves were bubbling through my body.

I was almost done pouring his drink, when the plane shook from side to side due to slight turbulence.

Next thing I knew, my hand slipped, and Mr. Cavalier jumped to his feet, his very white, clean, crisp dress shirt now spoiled with a splash of red wine, due to his unbuttoned suit jacket.

His dark eyes flashed to me and I gulped my mouth going dry.

Chamille gasped, right before he brushed past me, and headed to his room.

Groaning I placed the bottle down, and slapped my palm against my forehead, which was now damp with sweat due to my embarrassment.

Well, it seems I could kiss this job goodbye.

"Alright, this is a first, at least with him, but pick yourself up, and go collect the shirt from him." Chamille explained, though she remained calm as my eyes flashed to hers, while I looked at her as though she was insane.

It was my first day, and as much as I understood why she wasn't taking it easy on me, it was still my first day.

"Get the shirt from him, and we'll get the stain out." Chamille instructed further when my eyes begged her to give me a break. But with an encouraging smile, she cleaned up the bottle and tray, and headed to the kitchenette, while I puffed my cheeks and blew out some air before rolling my eyes and said "come on, cut me some slack. The guy already hates me, now you're sending me to get his shirt?"

"Mr. Cavalier is not that bad. He doesn't bite, he's just very serious and quiet. Just knock on the door, and collect the shirt." Chamille encouraged, and I almost felt like stomping my feet like a child and shake my head in defiance.

But of course, if she was pushing me to do this, it must've meant that maybe I hadn't blown my chances at this job after all.

So picking up my shattered pride, and trying to squeeze the embarrassment from my mind, I shakily made my way to his room, my fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with one another.

As I took slowed, measured but still very shaky breaths, I arrived at his door.

I gulped once more, my throat feeling as dry as the Sahara desert, then I wiped my sweaty palms on my knee length skirt, then knocked softly on the door.

I waited patiently, the deafening silence from across the door overpowered by the quick echoing thud of my heart.

After a moment of no response, I knocked once more, and yet I received nothing, so taking a deep breath, I sent a silent prayer and opened the door.

Mr. Cavalier was nowhere to be seen. It seemed he was in the small adjoining bathroom, so of course he hadn't heard me knock.

Taking a step into the room, I shook my head impressed. It was a small space, but well arranged. The bed was clean and made, he had a window by the bed, and a small nightstand.

I found myself taking slow steps towards the bed, my fingers running over the smooth sheet, and I smiled at the softness.

I could totally sleep in these sheets, I thought, and my subconscious agreed.

But soon, I suddenly got the urge that I was being watched.

I turned around sharply, earning myself another whiplash, and there I spotted Mr. Cavalier. Shirtless. And ten times more intimidating as his heavy gaze fell on my face, then ran down my body, and back up.

I gulped once more, and clasped my hands before me, so he wouldn't see them shake.

I was caught feeling his bed, day dreaming in his personal space.

I was done for.

He began approaching me, and my mouth developed a mind of it's own.

"Mr. Cavalier, I-I am so sorry. This is not what it looks like. I mean it does, but it's doesn't. I know it seemed that I was feeling your bed, but I was just interested in the sheets. I mea- not that I want your sheets, or to be in your sheets. Don't take me wrong! I'm sure being in your sheets is really nice, but that's not what I want at all! I mean that would be crazy, and wrong, so wrong." I couldn't slow down enough to take a breath.

At my words he cocked his head, and my eyes opened wide as I said "oh no, I didn't mean to offend you. I mean those who want to be in your sheets, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just that I wanted to clarify that, I- didn't... want- to... be.. in- your..." I found myself trailing off as he finally stopped right in front of me.

My eyes quickly escaped his gaze as they fell to his chest and fit upper body.

Oh my... there was definitely something wrong with me. I was feeling hot. A little too hot. And I had the urge to do something very naughty, as my eyes greedily drank in his gorgeous body, my dirty subconscious licking her lips in approval.

Was this still because of the nerves?

"Liliana." He called out with a low tone, but the authority was very clear, and I closed my eyes gulping once more. The way he said my name, almost felt like a soft feather brushing against my skin. Soft, yet still had an effect that made my entire body tingly.

I was sounding like an hormonal teenager. I had to get it together.

I had to count to five before opening my eyes and finally meeting his eyes.

When he seemed satisfied with my acknowledgement, he took a deep breath, and I felt my body almost sway in his direction, as if his eyes were a magnet, pulling me in.

Then, he simply lifted his hand, and released his spoiled shirt onto my playful fingers, walking away the second he did so.

When he did so, I all but dashed from his room, making sure to splash some cold water onto my face before making my way to Chamille.

So far on my first day, the only thing I could think about was that I was in very big trouble, and all because of a glass of red wine.

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Hey guys!

Long time no update, I know.

I missed you guys so much, and I hope this chapter makes up for it!

Soooooo, our girl Liliana is already in the hot seat with our foreign handsome beau, Mr. Cavalier.

Who's shipping them already?

I have to point out, this story is a bit of a challenge for me because I don't want to rush the romance, but I want it to be steeeamy.

So let me know what you think by VOTING,COMMENTING, and SHARING!

Lots of ❤❤❤

-Tania.