by Jacob Chance
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“It’s nothing really,” Marley hedged.
“Tell me, now.” Trying to get information from the two of them was like interrogating a national spy. Sometimes the thought of torturing them came to mind.
“Weeellll,” Marley drew out the word.
“Oh, for fucks’ sake, just tell him.” Lexi interrupted. “We made a profile for you on the new dating app, Cupid’s Happy Hearts.”
My mouth grew dry and my face burned with irritation. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want to be on some stupid Cupid’s Crappy Farts or whatnot. I’m going to kill you both.” Anger shot through me as I thought more and more about the events of next month and my sister's meddling.
Marley turned in the seat and her green eyes locked with mine. “Listen, Erik, we did this out of love. We don’t want you to show up to Steffie’s wedding alone.”
“Who cares. Steffie will be getting married not worrying about who my date is.” I shoved my plate away, too disgusted to eat. “How many messages?”
“That’s the spirit,” Lexi said. “Well, you’ve received a few arrows and winks. And about seventeen messages.” I sat back against the red vinyl booth, crossing my arms, as I listened to Lexi explain each message in detail.
“There’s one girl we like a lot. Lexi tell him about the one girl,” Marley exclaimed.
Lexi pushed her plate into the center of the table and crossed her legs in the booth. She leaned over with both elbows on the table and widened her eyes, waiting for my response.
“Go ahead, Lexi, tell me about the one girl.” I stayed in my position praying the vinyl would suck me away, and I could return home.
“Her name is Violet, and she’s a saucy real estate agent.” I raised a brow and she held up her hands in mock surrender. “Her words not mine. Anyways, she’s twenty-eight, and she seems like a good match with you.”
“Oh, really. Why’s that?” I asked.
“Well, she likes airplanes.” Lexi placed her feet back on the floor, her nervous energy getting the best of her.
“Did she say that? Did she say she liked planes?” Lies, I could see right through Lexi.
“Not in so many words,” Marley interjected as she placed her hand on my arm, “but she recently went on a trip on a plane.”
I dropped my head, staring into my lap, and shook my head. “You two are really reaching here. Fine, how about you give me the login info, and I’ll check it out.”
These two were relentless, and they would never give up unless I gave them something. They both squealed with delight, and I felt I had just signed my own death sentence. But, the truth was, I did need a date for Steffie’s wedding. As much as I wanted to ignore the fact, her wedding was coming, and I would not be the only dateless mother fucker there. No, I’d have a date, and I flaunt that bitch right under Steffie’s fake nose.
After the ambush at the diner, I returned to work with the login info to the crappy cupid site stuffed into my back jeans pocket.
“How was breakfast?” Connor asked as I walked into the hangar and grabbed the pre-flight checklist clipboard.
“Breakfast with the sisters. What do you think?”
“That’s shitty. What did they want this time?” he asked, following me over to the Gulfstream.
The sleek private jet was fueled and ready to take its owners to the Caribbean Islands. The owners traveled to the islands a few times a week while Connor and I made sure they got there.
As captain of the Gulfstream, and Connor as my co-pilot, we usually spent many nights sleeping away from home.
“Get this, they put me up on some dating phone app.” We climbed the stairs to the jet and entered. The flight attendant was there making sure the cabin was in pristine condition. We waved to her and headed into the cockpit and shut the door.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Which one?” Connor ran a hand through his short, auburn hair and laughed.
“Cupid’s Crappy shits and giggles. I can’t remember the name.”
“I think I’ve heard of that one.” Connor laughed. “Anyone hot on it?”
“I haven’t even looked yet,” I said.
“So, what’s the big deal? Find some pussy on the site and move on.”
I shook my head before placing the headset on my head. A rap on the door had me biting back my words.
“Hi, boys. The guests will be here shortly. Did either of you need anything?” Selene, our flight attendant, asked.
“No, thanks. I’m all set,” Connor answered.
“What about you, Captain,” she slowed the word captain, dropping her voice an octave or two.
“I’m fine, Selene. Thank you.” Never fuck a flight attendant. That was my number one rule all through flight school. Especially on this gig. I loved this job.
She smoothed the side of her dark bun and turned on her heel, closing the door behind her.
“Man, fuck. She wants your cock,” Connor said as he started going over his pre-flight checklist.
“Nah, I don’t want that. I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“Steffie really did a number on you, huh?”
I stared at all the knobs and gauges in front of me. Exactly. I would never fall in love. My mind was already made up. “Yeah, and I’ll never make that mistake again.”
