by Claire Adams
I bet he hadn’t even known it was a first class ticket; his assistant probably just purchased it for him, I thought. It was hard to imagine anyone being willing to spend that much extra money on me. But still, his assistant or him, whoever had purchased the ticket and said I could go first class, I was going to give them a great big hug when I got to Atlanta.
Tears started down my cheeks as I felt overwhelmed by the situation. No one had ever spent so much money on me. I know my mother would have gladly spent money on me if she had it, but we never did. To get to fly first class was a dream I didn’t even know I had had.
To know that Chase had spent so much money for my airplane ticket was insane for me to think about. It was crazy and awesome, and I couldn’t wait to give him a hug. I didn’t even care if he had decided on the first class ticket or if it was his assistant. I wanted to hug him and tell him thank you.
“Now boarding first class,” I heard over the announcement speaker.
I stood up and made my way to the line of only a few people. I suspected that first class wasn’t very big on the flights out of Liechtenstein. Most people flying to and from our country were not very wealthy, especially flying out of St. Gallen, Switzerland. It was just a country airport on the boarder of Liechtenstein and Switzerland. A few business people probably could afford first class or their companies paid for it. But otherwise, I didn’t think many other people would pay the extra money just for a bigger seat.
I handed the woman my ticket when I got to the front of the line, and she raised her eyebrow a little as she looked at me. It was a look of admiration, and I loved it. Suddenly, I walked taller as I made my way down the walkway to the plane. The look of admiration was not something I was used to getting from other women. Typically, I only got looks of pity or sometimes jealousy, but never admiration.
When I found my seat, I couldn’t help but be excited. It was huge, big enough for two people. Since there was no one next to me yet, I took the time to play around with my seat and look through all the gadgets and functions that were around me. I felt like a kid in a candy store.
One of the buttons seemed to recline the seat and I pushed it until my seat was totally lying flat. Of course, I was practically in the lap of the man behind me and I lay there and looked up at him.
He seemed amused by my enthusiasm. The man was older, maybe in his mid-fifties, and he had on a suit. He definitely looked like a businessman.
“You better put it up before the stewardess yells at you. They’ll tell us when we can go to sleep,” he said kindly.
The chair was on its way back up when an older businesswoman sat down beside me. She also seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm over my reclining seat and smiled at me as I finished getting it back into the upright position.
“Your fist time on a plane?” the woman asked kindly.
“No, but first time in first class. This is amazing.”
“Yes, it will be very difficult for you to ever go back to coach.”
“Hi, I’m Jordan,” I blurted out as I thrust my hand toward the woman.
She obliged me and shook my hand back.
“I’m Bonnie,” she said.
“Hi, Bonnie. Do you travel to Liechtenstein often?”
It was obvious to me that she wasn’t from there. Her stylish clothes said she was either from London or the United States. My bet was the U.S., because she didn’t have a London accent and she was so nice to me. Most of the women I had met from England were snotty, and sometimes downright rude.
“Yes, my company is building a manufacturing plant out here,” she said as she got herself situated in her seat.
“Oh, the man I’m going to visit is in the manufacturing business,” I said confidently.
Bonnie just nodded toward me and then turned to a book she had opened. It was my sign to leave her alone for the rest of the flight. I would try, but she seemed like such a fascinating woman. Hopefully, I would get a chance to talk with her at some point, but I wasn’t going to push it. I hated when people wanted to talk to me when I wasn’t in the mood to talk.
The weird thing was I actually didn’t like talking to people all that much. Most of the time, I enjoyed my quiet time. But since my mother and Ana had left, I found myself searching out people I could talk to. It was as if I constantly needed to fill the void that was there with them gone.
Before I left my apartment building, I had stopped and talked to no less than three of my fellow apartment dwellers. Never had I spoken to them since I had lived there, but suddenly, I found myself drawn to talk to them and get to know them a little. Socialization was one of those things that we all took for granted until we had no one around us to socialize with. Then, we suddenly missed it terribly.
The flight was so much fun that I hardly sleep at all. The stewardess kept bringing me cocktails and any food that I wanted. She showed me how to turn the personal television on and how to watch any movie I wanted.
I spent most of the flight flipping through movies and American television shows. Only as the alcohol started to set in did I finally close my eyes and get some sleep. The reclining seats made into a totally flat bed, and I slept better than I could ever imagine sleeping.
My heart was so excited to meet Chase. It was a feeling I had never had before. Excitement mixed with trepidation, surely a fun mix for any young woman to have. When the cabin lights came on and I looked out my window, I could only see the ocean for a long time. But as we got closer and closer to America, I finally could see the city in the distance.
The excitement continued to grow as we got closer and closer to landing. My heart raced and I made an effort to try and calm myself down. Slowly, I breathed in and then let the breath out. I repeated this several times in an effort to relax. Luckily, the multiple cocktails I had been served worked to help calm my nerves a little. I couldn’t imagine how nervous I would have been without the alcohol on board.
“I’m so excited,” I said out loud, although I didn’t really mean to.
“Why, dear?” Bonnie asked me.
“I’m meeting a boy at the airport. His name is Chase Foster. We met online, and he’s so cute and funny and nice,” I said as I tried to stop myself from talking, but just couldn’t.
“Oh, is that one of Reynold Foster’s boys?” she asked.
“I don’t know. He said his father was in manufacturing.”
“Yes, I bet that is. Reynold has some pretty wild young men. But, they are all very handsome, if I remember right.”
“Yes, Chase is very handsome. We talked on Skype, and I couldn’t believe he wasn’t a movie star.”
“Well, I hope things work out for the two of you.”
“Me, too,” I said eagerly.
***
I don’t think I had ever been as nervous as I was when I started to walk off the plane toward the airport. I didn’t know what to expect. The uncertainty was more than I could handle, and I walked slower to let some of my fellow passengers go ahead of me.
What if he didn’t like me? What if I wasn’t who he thought I was? Maybe I would be too tall or not tall enough. Maybe I wouldn’t be pretty enough. So many thoughts flooded my head that I found it hard to move.
One by one, I let the other passengers go ahead of me as I tried to get the courage up to walk into the airport. I walked slowly up the gate exit and moved deliberately by putting one foot in front of the other. I tried to look through the windows to see if I saw Chase, but there were just too many people out there.
It was my first time in America, and I just wasn’t prepared to see Chase. I was so scared.
When I finally got the nerve to walk into the airport, I wasn’t greeted with Chase as I had hoped I would be. Instead, we had been guided right into the immigration area of security. Everyone needed to show their passports and go through a line where the security officers asked you questions.
It was much tougher security than I had ever been through. But, I supposed more people tried to get into America than Liech
tenstein. The immigration stops while in Europe were extremely fast if you were from there; I really had never seen an immigration department as big as the one I arrived at in Atlanta.
“State your name,” the man in uniform asked me.
“Jordan Miller.”
“What is the nature of your business in Atlanta?”
I stood there and looked at him briefly as I tried to figure out the best way to explain why I was in Atlanta. I wasn’t really on vacation or a business trip. I was there to see Chase and hopefully go on a few dates.
“Ma’am, do you speak English?” he said kindly.
“Um, yes. I’m just visiting a friend. Is that what you mean?”
“Yes, thank you. How long do you expect to be in the country?”
Again, I went blank. I didn’t have a specific length of time in mind. I hoped that I would even be able to stay, but I doubt that would make a security officer very happy if I said that.
“Just a couple of weeks,” I replied.
He stamped my passport and handed it back to me.
“You can pick your bag up over there,” he said as he pointed to a huge line of people.
There were many more people than just the ones on my flight. We all stood around and waited for the baggage to come down the conveyer belt and then scrambled like children to get to our bags first.
When I finally saw my bag, there was no way I could get through the crowd of people to it, so I just followed it around the conveyor belt until it got to an area where there were not as many people. I was very happy I had brought a bag with wheels on it, and I rolled it behind me out the security gate, toward the exit.
“Jordan!” I heard a man’s voice call out.
I had been so caught up in the stress of getting through security that I had forgotten to look for Chase when I got out of the doors. It was likely the several cocktails I had on the plane played a bit of a roll in my forgetfulness, as well.
“Jordan, over here,” I heard his voice say again.
When I turned around, I saw him. He stood a little over six feet tall and had on a suit that looked like it had been custom tailored to fit him. His dark brown hair was styled perfectly, and I could see his brilliant blue eyes.
Behind Chase, there was an even taller man with black sunglasses. I had no idea who he was. He looked intimidating, though, and I wondered if he was some sort of security officer or something.
“Chase!” I said as I wrapped my arms around him and squished the flowers he had in his hand.
He handed the flowers off to the tall guy in sunglasses and then picked me up and squeezed me tight. His arms around me felt like home. My body relaxed instantly as I felt his warm breath on my neck just before he kissed it. The touch of his hands on me were warm and welcoming, I couldn’t wait to feel his hands on other parts of my body.
“You’re real,” he said with a little chuckle.
“So are you.”
I held onto him and tucked my head into his neck. He smelled insanely delicious and before I knew what I was doing, I had kissed his neck. Then, up higher on his neck, and then, he turned, and he kissed me right on the lips.
My lips exploded with excitement at the touch of him, and I felt my body get excited all the way down to my toes. There was no way I could have planned it and no way could I have prepared myself for the level of energy his lips gave to me. But it was perfect. Everything was perfect.
Our lips gently touched in small little kisses as Chase finally set me back down on the ground and we separated.
“Your eye,” I said as I pulled away and noticed he had a bruise around his eye.
It was weird that I hadn’t noticed it before, but I had been too distracted by his brilliant blue eyes. I had also been distracted by his soft lips pressed against mine. He didn’t look like the type of guy who got into a lot of fights; I couldn’t imagine how on earth he had gotten a black eye.
“Oh, don’t worry. Nothing too serious.”
“It’s good to meet you,” I said with the permanent grin that was now on my face.
“You too.”
Chase grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door as the tall guy in sunglasses grabbed my bag. I still wasn’t exactly sure if the tall guy was a security guard or what. But Chase trusted him, so I let him take my bag.
“Who’s that?” I asked looking suspiciously at the guy.
“He’s my driver today. I have business meetings to get to later. My company insisted he come with me so I showed up back at work later.”
“Oh,” I said as I looked back at the man again.
His size looked menacing, but I supposed he was probably just a regular guy doing his work. He did kind of look like he was right out of one of those American television shows I watched.
“I’m going to bring you back to my house so you can settle in, Then, I have to head back to work. I’m very sorry, but I hope you’ll understand.”
“Yes, I’m tired. I hardly slept at all on the flight. I’ll be perfectly fine,” I said and squeezed his hand.
There was a connection between the two of us that I had hoped for so badly when I got on the plane in Liechtenstein. I didn’t feel any awkwardness at all, which was crazy for me. Even guys that I had been out on several dates with, I tended to feel weird around when I was with them.
Chase and I had a better connection than I could have hoped for. As I held his hand, I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay there holding it forever and ever. My heart skipped a beat when we got to the car and he opened the door for me and let me get in first.
He was like Prince Charming, the idealized man I had dreamed about, but he was right there in front of me and totally real. I really wished I could have had Ana around to show her. She would have been so excited for me.
It did kind of worry me that he had a black eye, though. I wondered how on earth he had gotten himself punched in the eye in the first place, but I decided it wasn’t my place to ask him about it. I certainly wasn’t going to be the kind of girl that got in his way of doing business or was a nag to him.
For the time being, I was going to be the demure girl that I thought Chase and most men wanted. I didn’t want to ruin things by asking a ton of questions or not showing my appreciation for him bringing me over to America. It would be easier for us if I was just the quiet, shy girl.
On the drive to his house, I continued to hold the flowers he gave me, and I couldn’t stop smelling them. I had never received fresh flowers before, and their smell was overwhelmingly perfect. The sweet aroma filled my nostrils, and I wanted to smell them more and more.
I noticed Chase watching me, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. He squeezed my hand and just smiled back and continued to watch me, as I alternated between smelling the flowers and looking out my window in awe.
“Everything is so big,” I said as I looked at the city of Atlanta.
“That’s what she said,” Chase said and then chuckled.
I didn’t know what he meant right away, but I suspected it had some sort of sexual undertone by the way he looked at me.
Instantly, I turned bright red and looked back out the window. Everything felt so new and wonderful. The city was beautiful, Chase was handsome, and I couldn’t have felt more comfortable around him. Things seemed to be working out pretty damn well, and that made me a little nervous. Nothing in my life ever went smoothly – there were always bumps in the road. I just couldn’t anticipate the next bump for me.
Chase squeezed my knee and just laughed as he watched me in awe of the city. He still seemed to be snickering over the joke he made, but I didn’t understand it.
“I’m sorry. That was inappropriate,” he said quietly.
“Well, I don’t know what it means, so it’s not that inappropriate,” I smiled and turned back toward him.
The way he looked at me was like nothing I had ever experienced. His eyes intently drilled into mine, and I felt like I could actually melt right there in front of him. The de
sire he had for me was obvious, and it made me feel so good.
Sexual tension. That’s what it was. There was a feeling that floated in the air of the car as we drove to Chase’s house. It was sexual tension. Our bodies had such great chemistry that being that close to each other was just too much for us. The connection between us was strong and our bodies wanted to touch each other. We couldn’t stop it, although we continued to try and be appropriate.
I reached over, put my hand on his leg, and laid my head on his shoulder. It felt normal, natural – it felt like that was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Chase grabbed my hand from his leg and held it in his. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulder and pulled me in tight against him. It felt like we had known each other for years, not as if we had only met online and talked for a few hours.
“We are getting close to my house; I hope you’re not too tired. I’ll give you a tour.”
“I’m awake enough for a tour, for sure.”
I sat up and looked out as we pulled into his home. It was beautiful, like the homes I saw on television. The excitement continued to build when we got to the front door and Chase came around and opened my door.
Everything felt like a fairytale. It all felt so abnormal for me, and I wanted to just pinch myself so I knew it was real. Ana’s idea to join an online dating site had sure turned everything in my life upside down.
Chase was the perfect gentleman as he opened the front door and held my hand while he walked me through his home. Room by room, he showed me where everything was, and I didn’t hear a single word of it. My mind was occupied thinking about him and how I wanted to kiss him again.
It seemed so forward and unusual for me, but my body wanted him. My body ached for him. Having my hand in his distracted me from everything. I couldn’t stop thinking about what his hands would feel like on my body.
