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Cavendish was dozing when I checked on my cabin. I watched him sleep for a long time. Watching such a restless person at rest was fascinating.

He was almost too pretty in his sleep, with no tension in his face. His long, thick, dark lashes making dark shadows on his face even in the near darkness. I could have watched him sleep all night. And I wanted to touch him, badly. A stray lock of hair had fallen across one of his cheeks.

I wanted to brush it away, and rub it in my fingers. The moment had passed, and I was determined to move on. I shook myself out of my ridiculous reverie as I realized it was time to prep the cabin for landing. I found myself watching him again as we took our seats to land. His gaze found me quickly, the sleep leaving his eyes as he met my stare and blinked.

I schooled my face into neutral lines as he stared back at me. Eventually, I broke the stare, looking at Stephan instead. He was studying me as well, his look strange. Unnerving The jet bridge at JFK-New York was different than the one in McCarran-Las Vegas, so the passengers departed out of the first door, having to make their way through the first class cabin.

I nodded politely at Mr. Cavendish as I handed him his suit jacket. He leaned in closer, speaking directly into my ear. Stephan raised his brows at me as I came back to stand beside him to see off the other passengers.

Being around that man made me feel…strange. And I had no frame of reference with which to learn those rules.

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I told myself firmly that I was only relieved that I had told James Cavendish no. He was just too much for me. He was too experienced, too jaded, too rich. And all of that would have been enough to dissuade me even if I was interested in dating, which I certainly was not. I never had been. I had my own demons to deal with, and that sort of thing was the last thing I should be interested in.

But still… in spite of myself, I did find it fascinating. And frightening. And exciting. Like putting me over his knee… I knew from countless visits to a shrink that the things that horrified people in childhood could also excite us as adults.

The thought was sobering. I worked really hard not to be a victim of my childhood. That made it all the more important that I stay away from someone like James Cavendish. It took some convincing, but I felt I had adequately convinced myself of this as we got our luggage down, and then waited for the rest of the crew to join us. Stephan and I walked in the front of our little inflight parade as we made our way briskly through JFK.

Shall we grab one on our way out? I shot him a puzzled frown. Cavendish waiting at the coffee counter.

He gave us an enigmatic smile, nodding cordially to Stephan. My head whipped around to eye Stephan suspiciously. He was nodding back at James Cavendish, smiling. He pursed his lips. I nodded stiffly as we made our way past Mr. I was going for polite, but cold.

I thought I pulled it off well. He had long ago mastered the art of playing dumb. Tell me what you did. Did you give him my number? Stephan could skate around the truth like a pro, but he would never outright lie to me. The crew van to the hotel was full of excited chatter about the plans for the evening.

Apparently, everyone was planning to go out for drinks together at the bar on the corner near our hotel. Karaoke night. I cringed a little at the thought. It sounded a little too loud and embarrassing for my taste, or my mood. But I would be a good sport. Also, I knew Stephan liked one of the bartenders at that bar. We went there for either lunch or dinner almost every week, when we came to town.

Stephan was ninety percent sure that the bartender was flirting with him, and not just a friendly guy.

But it took him a long time to work up to actually asking a guy out. But this made it much harder for him to date. He said online dating just felt wrong for him. He was a little old-fashioned about the strangest things. Melissa was describing to the van at large what she was planning to wear that night, and what she was planning to sing for her karaoke numbers.

He thought I was going to try to duck out. I looked at him. I decided to let him off the hook. But you have to swear not to make me sing or dance. It was a family trait. Still, I considered having a few drinks with the crew. I was just so damned tense. Maybe I would indulge. Just let myself relax for a few hours. His eyes widened. I shrugged. He put his arm along the back of my seat, giving my shoulder a squeeze. We both gave her neutral smiles. I tried to always give people a chance, but so far Melissa had not impressed me.

I just found her untrustworthy, though I had nothing concrete so far to prove that. Although, she did openly admit that her goal in life was to find a rich man to take care of her. That seemed pretty damned shady to me. But my favorite is Buttercup. I heard you call her that the other day. I love stories! She was laying it on a little thick today. I shot a glance at the two pilots who were watching our interaction from the front row of seats in the huge van.

I was guessing that she liked one of them, from the affected way she was acting. The First Officer was younger and better looking than the Captain. Jeff, I recalled his name. He had dark brown hair, and attractive brown eyes. He was tall, with a rangy build. She reaffirmed my guess almost as I thought it, sending the captain a positively beaming smile. He gave her what I thought was a slightly greasy smile. He had Peter laughingly refusing to sing and steering the conversation in the direction he chose with no effort whatsoever.

Beautiful I awoke to the sound of my alarm with even less enthusiasm than usual. I had tossed and turned for four hours. I had failed. I would be dead on my feet by late afternoon, I guessed. Our rooms adjoined, as they usually did when we were in this hotel. We came here often, and knew the front desk staff well enough to arrange our rooms how we preferred.

We just kept the door between our rooms open. My only response was a mannerless grunt. He laughed. I made a raspberry noise at him, and he laughed harder. A moment later he came into my room, already in his gym clothes and carrying a cup of coffee from my favorite cafe on the corner. The sight cheered me instantly. He smiled at me, wiggling his brows. Large mocha with soy, no whip, and an extra shot of espresso.

I grinned. We worked out for an hour. I stuck to the elliptical for the full hour, but Stephan flitted around from the bike, to the treadmill, and spent a half an hour lifting weights. It was his usual routine, and I watched him, feeling good as I listened to music on my phone and worked out.

Stephan had been right. I had been so tempted to skip a workout today, but it had ended up being just what I needed. I felt worlds better when we finished up. We grabbed a quick sandwich for lunch. It was a beautiful late spring day in New York City, and I enjoyed our walk along the bustling street. He nodded. Picnic style. Instead, we settled for finding an empty bench to sit on and people watch while we ate. We had nothing to hide from each other. It was one of the reasons we were damn near inseparable.

I wanna look really hot tonight. I smiled. He had said the same thing for the last three weeks, but I just agreed. We went back to our rooms to shower and get ready for the night ahead. We chatted amiably as we got ready.

I chose some cuffed, pleated black shorts and a sleeveless black and white blouse with flowery ruffles at the neck. It was the kind of outfit I liked best. It was comfortable but feminine. Some earrings and the right shoes, and it was dressy enough for just about anything.

Add practical shoes, and poof, not overdressed. I chose sandals with a short heel tonight. I picked silver hoops from the small bag of jewelry that I always packed. I wore my hair down. It was pin-straight and the pale length hung to my mid-back. I put my makeup on quickly, just opting for mascara and some soft pink lip gloss. We finally settled on a fitted pale gray polo with some blue and gray plaid cargo shorts that hung from his slim hips in a very attractive way.

He adopted the preppy look often, and I thought it suited him. He looked like a live Abercrombie and Fitch ad. I told him so. He laughed it off, but I could tell that he was pleased by the comparison, though it was only the truth. We got to the bar a little before four p. It was not a fancy bar, just an old fashioned Irish pub with a few karaoke nights a week, but it was in the heart of Manhattan and it was friday night, so I was not at all surprised by the crowd.

Stephan worked his magic and within minutes we had snagged seats at the bar where Melvin was working. He had a rare combination of charm and charisma and he just seemed to make things work out that way. Most of the people in this place would never find a seat on a night this crowded.

We greeted Melvin warmly, and he seemed genuinely pleased to see us. Especially Stephan, though he was very nice to me. I always went out of my way to try and befriend anyone Stephan was interested in. He was my only family, and it was important to me that I be friends with anyone he found significant. I guessed Melvin was about our age, somewhere in his early twenties.

He was just shy of six feet tall, and very slender, nearly delicate. His skin was a naturally pale coffee color, his black hair cropped very close to his head. His eyes were a pale green. He was very handsome, and had a very engaging smile. Stephan has great taste, I thought. I bit my lip, looking at Stephan. Stephan just shrugged and winked at Melvin.

Whoa, that was bold for him. Melvin blushed a little and smiled back shyly. Melvin grinned. He left with a happy whistle to accommodate us. I was distracted by the sound of some out-of-tune singing. We were far enough from the stage not to be deafened, but close enough to have a perfect view. That was always how it seemed to go around Stephan. He led a charmed life. He shrugged. It does seem awfully early for that, though.

They need to let us get a little more buzzed before we have to listen to that. Melvin was back in short order. I smelled it, and my nose wrinkled. It was strong. He gasped as it went down. There was only one way to do a shot, as far as I was concerned, and that way was fast. They were right, it was very good, and I felt a nearly instant, fuzzy buzz. Okaaay, I thought. I needed to slow it down. Even one shot was a shock to my system after so much time without. Though it was a shot that packed a hell of a punch.

Melvin brought us each a glass of ice water without us having to ask, then went to tend to the growing crowd. The bar was getting more crowded by the second. Melvin was extremely busy, but still managed to stop near us to have short conversations with Stephan every few minutes, and I took this as an encouraging sign.

He was definitely giving Stephan special attention, beyond being simply friendly. I finished my first Pom-tini way too fast. Yep, I definitely needed to slow it down on the drinking. Stephan laughed at me, finishing his as well. Melvin immediately had martini and shot refills in front of us.

Okay, we were definitely getting special treatment. He wagged a finger at us. I smiled broadly at Stephan. He smiled back at me.

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I laughed and took the shot. Screw slowing down. I wanted our next surprise. Stephan and I unwisely raced to finish the Pom-tini. I pointed at him, laughing, as I finished mine just a second ahead of him. With perfect timing, Melvin slid a new shot and martini in front of us just as Stephan set down his glass. I thanked him. It was a surprisingly bold move for Stephan.

Melvin blushed and smiled at Stephan as he went back to tend to customers.

I practically beamed at Stephan. You know that, right? He nodded, looking suddenly shy, but very pleased. Brenda showed up first. She was a middle-aged woman, in her mid-forties, I guessed.

I saw her less than anyone else on the crew, since she worked in the back galley of the plane, and I worked in the front, but she seemed very nice.

I thought we could easily be friends, if we spent a little time together. She walked up to us, smiling. She had dark brown hair cut in a bob that flattered her bone structure nicely. She had a medium build and was very pretty. I made a note to ask her more about her family. She seemed like she would be a good mom, with her kind eyes and calm manner. We greeted her a little more loudly and boisterously than was our habit, and she laughed at us with good humor.

Within five minutes, Stephan had secured the seat on the other side of me. I giggled at him. He arched a brow at me. Probably looking for Captain Peter, I thought. She was in rare form, wearing a white micro-mini skirt and a clingy pink top that sort of clashed with her dark red hair. Her white, rhinestone-studded stilettos were easily over five inches tall.

She handled them well, too, gliding in them as though she wore heels like that every day. For all I knew, she did. She was very pretty. What she lacked in taste she more than made up for in sheer good looks. Brenda and Stephan greeted her.

I knew that she got on his nerves just a bit without him having to say it. Those were two qualities that he and I just had trouble relating to. The pilots were the next to show. They came in together.

Stephan and I shared a short, pointed look. We all said our greetings, and by then Melissa had managed to snag the seat next to Brenda. Captain Peter was practically glued to the back of her chair.

I tried not to stare. Those two were likely going to end the night together. Ewww, I thought. I hated that. But it certainly knocked my opinion of Melissa down even further. There was no way she had missed the wedding ring on his finger if I had seen it from several feet away. Hell, she probably felt it on her back, he was rubbing her so hard with it. I made an easy decision to just try to ignore them for the duration of the evening.

They were a major buzz-kill. I noticed with a little dismay that the first officer, Jeff, had ended up standing by my chair, his body angled towards me. He smiled at me as I noticed him. He waved at the glasses in front of me. It looks like a good time. I moved back a bit. I hated when people tried to casually touch me, and he just seemed like the type to try it.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, after he had downed his own shot, he reached out a hand, touching a strand of my hair. I shrank back just a little. Yes, it was official.

I was drunk. I caught Stephan and Melvin sharing a look, and I knew exactly what it meant. Stephan was trying to tell Melvin to cut off my alcohol. I glared, leaning closer to him.

I pointed a finger at his chest threateningly. I barely ever drink, and I really need to relax tonight. But as I finished, he sputtered out a laugh. James Cavendish is too damned beautiful to be real. Stephan stopped laughing at that. I shook my head.

A different kind of scary. All I know for sure is, I need to stay the hell away from Mr. Yes, I was definitely drunk. Is Mr. Beautiful standing behind me or something? I turned my spinning head around and looked up, and up, into bright blue eyes. Persistant I spun almost immediately to glare at Stephan.

He threw his hands up, giving me his innocent look. He asked if we were going out tonight. I just told him where. No harm done. I felt a hard cheek press to the hair near my ear and knew it was Mr. Beautiful himself. Beautiful, huh? I knew my whole body was bright red with embarrassment.

Or Mr. Beautiful, if you prefer. You can save the Mr. Did I even want to know? No, I told myself firmly. I tried to just ignore everyone for awhile after that.

Except for Melvin. Him, I tried to flag down to get another drink, but he was ignoring me. Vaguely, I could hear Stephan and James chatting amiably at my back. He was so close that it made the skin of my back tingle. I turned my head slightly and saw that the co-pilot had been forced to move away from me.

He was looking between Stephan and James, an odd look on his face. I was just relieved that he seemed to get the picture that I was clearly not available. I lurched suddenly to my feet. I had to clutch the bar for several moments to gain my balance.

I looked at Stephan, who was looking a little sheepish. Bee will have to tell you the story sometime. Does she drink like this often?

He was still just talking to Stephan. About me, and in front of me. It was infuriating. Luckily, only James had heard. He laughed, showing even white teeth. He nodded at me, making very solid eye contact. He agreed. Stephan rose as we moved, as though to help. James waved him down.

He wrapped my arm around him and took the brunt of my weight as he led me effortlessly through the crowd toward the restrooms.

He looked at me, brow raised. He surprised me by kissing the top of my head. I still intend to fuck you senseless. Just not tonight, Buttercup.

What a strange man, I thought. How could someone sound so cold while calling me Buttercup? I stopped suddenly. We were against the wall now, close to the hallway that led to the restrooms.

I turned in his arms, pressing up against him. He sucked in a breath at the sudden contact. I looked into his eyes. He looked back, his eyes hard. His gaze was steady. He sighed. But I want other things. I at least want the chance to talk to you about what I do want. And when we have some actual privacy. He hated how drunk I was, I could tell. He had a real serious problem with it.

My extremely drunk mind started to hatch up a drunk scheme to use that to my advantage. I nodded at him, turning away. Just as soon as I went to the bathroom, I was gonna make him run the other way in a hurry. I used the restroom. It was a sign of how drunk I was that I was proud when I used the bathroom successfully and without a mess.

I was washing up when Melissa came bursting through the door, looking excited. I was going for a breezy tone, but I heard my voice, and knew it just sounded drunk and slurred. I walked out before she could ask me anything else. James took my arm before I could even locate him. It was a serious question.

I was really that drunk.

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He just looked at me. He hated drunk. Just you watch.

I was momentarily distracted when we walked back out into the huge bar and found it had considerably less people than it had when we went in. He just shrugged. I started to lurch in that direction. He stayed me, holding my phone in front of my face. I glanced at the face of it, pushing the front button to show the time. Is something happening? Are they closing? His hands were in his pockets. I studied him, suddenly realizing how bored and detached he looked.

I stiffened, but he just pushed my cheek into his chest. I was suddenly nuzzling against it. I pulled back, looking with fascination at his casual attire. His shirt was a navy V-neck T-shirt with a small pocket over the left side of his chest. Right over his nipple, I thought. It was fitted, showing off his sleek muscles. And it was sooo soft. He wore casual gray slacks with navy running shoes. He looked positively edible. His words stilled my hands immediately.

I snapped my fingers at him as I got an idea. I was steadier on my feet as I pulled completely out of his arms. Just a few minutes without imbibing was improving my balance.

I put a finger over my lips. Surprisingly, there was no one in line, so I got to go immediately. Now the place was just getting emptier by the second.

That was fine with me. This hot mess of a show was all for James Cavendish. I got myself under control enough to start singing to it when the words came on the screen, shooting him sassy looks and even throwing in a little bit of wiggling to the beat.

I even bent down to flip my hair at a small pause in the song. Oh, lord, that almost knocked me off the stage. He moved closer at my reckless action, as though to catch me if I really did fall off. I got a little off track when Melissa strutted over and started talking to him.

Did she really have to stand so close to him? Apparently, she did. She even pressed against him as she spoke into his ear. It seemed to be a very serious conversation for two people who had just met. Or did they know each other? I was going to find out. James gave me a small smile as I approached. That had not been what I was going for. James looked a little surprised. She works with you, right?

I was asking her about you. She looked a little miffed, but hardly deterred. I toyed with the idea of telling her. That might solve the whole situation right there. She studied me briefly, and her expression brightened. She grabbed my hand suddenly, all bubbly girl again. I mostly tried to rap to the vaguely obscene lyrics while watching her in fascination. She quickly had her ass to the audience, doing some pretty impressive booty dancing. I was more stacked than her in the chest department, and mine were very much natural, but she had waaay more junk in the trunk.

And I had to admit it was very nice junk. And she very much knew it. She threw smiles over her shoulder at the crowd as she crouched nearly to the floor. Yep, she was backing that thing up. Ah, damn. I had interrupted them with my antics. He had finally gotten a chance to make his move, and I had distracted him. I felt instantly guilty. He was giving me wide eyes. I could tell he was about ready to carry me home.

But my relief was short-lived as I saw him speaking earnestly to James. James was listening intently, nodding in agreement. I got distracted by the lyrics screen as the the beat got faster for a moment.

I thought it fit rather well into the song, and was mentally patting myself on the back when the song ended. Melissa laughingly hugged me when we finished. She was breathless from all that shaking. Did she suddenly like me? I approached the two tall men who looked to be having a serious conversation that I was positive was all about me. James sent me a wide-eyed look. He looked shocked about something. I stalked up to Stephan and bumped his shoulder with my own. I am just fine.

He seemed visibly upset, and I was on alert at once. What the hell was going on with these two? He hugged me, speaking into my ear. He hated it when I was mad at him. He had serious issues with people being upset with him, and especially with me being mad. Issues that stemmed from some truly horrible things that had happened to him when he was a kid.

He had this irrational fear that if he ever made me really angry with him, I would desert him, like his family had. He was shaking his head, and I could see a certain panic in his eyes that I dreaded.

It did a great deal towards sobering me up. I stiffened. Or to…have the wrong impression of you with the way you were acting. I was instantly mad. I pushed him back, pointing at him. I had probably just ruined his whole night, but he had no right to share personal information about me. Especially not with Mr. I turned back to James, glaring. You can see now that this is not going to happen. My V-card should be more than enough of a reason to make someone like you run screaming in the other direction.

The shock was long gone from his face. Now his face was carefully blank. They were as intense as ever. A few feet separated us. I closed the distance before I thought to defy him. He fisted a hand very, very carefully into my hair, pulling my head back slightly. He leaned down to my ear. Every last inch of you.

My brow furrowed. Had he somehow sensed I was a virgin even before Stephan told him? Is that why he was pursuing me? Did he have some weird fetish?

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His brows shot up in surprise. I was suddenly very tired. Tired enough to pass out. And we had to be up at five a. His face brightened instantly. What time should I set her alarm for? There he went, talking about me in front of me again. The men nodded at each other cordially, Stephan never looking at me. I stepped forward, kissing him softly on the forehead. It had been his job for years now, and it was a job he took very seriously.

He sniffed a little, and I was shocked when I saw one tear slip down his cheek as he looked at his lap. He was so relieved that he was crying, when he never cried. That was how strongly my anger affected him. It broke my heart to see him like that.

He lifted his head, and he looked better. Go get some sleep. I smiled back, and we left. James held my arm on our short walk back to the hotel.

He had a firm grip on the back of my arm, just above my elbow. He seemed to like that spot. I sent him a sideways glance. He was fishing for information about me, I could tell. Especially when I knew next to nothing about him.

Especially since I was planning to never drink again. I sent him another sideways glance. And you need to get started. It can take weeks to months before it becomes effective.

I have bad periods, and it helps make them milder. A trip to the free clinic had given me a great deal of peace of mind. About the pregnancy aspect, at least. Of course he would zero in on the thing I was the least willing to talk about. His hand squeezed my arm in a warning. I think the tradeoff might just be worthwhile for me. We made our way into the hotel without a word.

I nodded at the girl working the front desk as we walked by.

Her name was Sarah, and she knew Stephan and I. She gave me wide eyes. She probably thought Stephan and I were a couple, as so many people did. He was shaking his head in dismay. I giggled. Rich people could be funny. He gave me a disgruntled look. Anyone could come in here. If you think this is bad, you should see some of the places Stephan and I have stayed.

His intent eyes searched my face. What do you mean? Do you still stay in those places? I guess this is our least secure crew hotel at the moment. He held a hand out for my key card, and I gave it to him without a word. You can just rule out that scenario right now.

That is not happening. He gave me a questioning look, going through the door, as though he had the right to search the place. He came back in, closing and locking the door without asking. I just went to the bed and lay down, closing my eyes. I had dropped it on the floor somewhere between the door and my bed.

I heard the little sound that meant my phone had been plugged into a charger. He went into the bathroom, coming out just a moment later. The bed dipped as he sat beside me on the bed. I felt and smelled a cool, makeup removing wipe on my face. The screening of the film was followed by a conversation with cast members Vera Farmiga and Anna Kendrick.

Simmons, who was in town to accept the festival's Cassavetes Award earlier that afternoon. The site's critical consensus reads, "Led by charismatic performances by its three leads, director Jason Reitman delivers a smart blend of humor and emotion with just enough edge for mainstream audiences. Not just in its casual and apparently effortless excellence, but in its ability to blend entertainment and insight, comedy and poignancy, even drama and reality, things that are difficult by themselves but a whole lot harder in combination.

This film does all that and never seems to break a sweat. Reitman emerges as a modern-day Frank Capra , capturing the nation's anxieties and culture of resilience.

But ultimately, it's really an expertly done character study that's a dramatic change of pace from director Jason Reitman's previous two films. It is a brutal, desolate film — but also a superb existential rom-com, and the most entertaining lesson in contemporary socio-economics that you could hope for.

If it were, it would be hard to laugh in these last days of Nor is it a tragedy. It's an observant look at how a man does a job.

The timing in the Clooney-Farmiga scenes is like splendid tennis. Kendrick, her ponytail swinging like an ax, grabs every scene she's in," but wrote that the film "is an assertively, and unapologetically, tidy package, from its use of romance to instill some drama Reitman needlessly overuses.

But the stakes remain frustratingly low and it's one of those contemporary middlebrow projects that asks us to root for a genial, shallow individual as he learns to be a little less the man he was. There is no attempt to braid these two threads together, and that's where the movie feels unsatisfying.

The filmmakers have peeked into the abyss and averted their eyes As a moviegoer, this film provides a satisfying experience where one can take a step back to ponder some of the finer points in our daily lives, but don't expect to find all the answers here. The film received six Academy Award nominations and Farmiga and Kendrick both received nominations for Best Supporting Actress, although the film failed to win any of the awards.

Area Film Critics Association.And all too soon after that cataclysmic change was this fourth one, this one where I begged a God I'd never entertained to spare the life of a woman that I could not live without. Dodaj komentarz.

He stated that he could relate to and enjoys the idea of Ryan Bingham's lifestyle. As he stroked, his arousal brushed against my back with increasing pressure. Find showtimes, watch trailers, browse photos, track your Watchlist and rate your favorite movies and TV shows on your phone or tablet! Jason Reitman. Stephan rose as we moved, as though to help.