Suzi's stuck between two men. Matt Murphy, old boyfriend and now engaged to her housemate Debbie and Ed McEwan, First Officer and fitty, but who is going out with Candy. Suzi's dad has just had a suspected heart attack and Ed has driven her down to visit him. Suzi is hoping for a romantic fling with Ed. (I know that 'cos I’ve been trying to get them together ever since Hong Kong) but as usual love never runs smoothly...
Diary of a Long haul Stewardess
The fizz from the bubbles suddenly projected themselves straight up my nose causing me to cough, splutter and keel over as I tried desperately to catch my breath.
Ed put his glass down on the worktop and patted me on the back. ‘What is it with you and champagne?’ he questioned. ‘Can’t you drink it without choking?’
I spat the remaining liquid into the sink and heaved some oxygen into my lungs with all my might. Taking a few moments to recover I turned to face Ed.
‘It’s not the bloody champagne, you idiot. It’s you dropping a bombshell at the wrong time. When? What happened?’
Ed grinned. ‘I knew you’d want the whole story.’ He topped up my half empty glass and started to unload the contents of the grocery bag, laying a pack of chicken fillets and a jar of bhuna curry sauce next to each other on the worktop. ‘After you told me about Candy and what you thought she’d done,’ he saw me raise my eyebrows again and held his hand up in protest. ‘Let me tell it my way. I brought up the conversation with Candy when I was home last and yes, it turns out she was the one sending you the texts.’
‘And wrote that letter complaining about me?’
‘Well, she didn’t admit or deny that one.’
‘What made you think I was right?’
‘I found your note. The one you sent with those hideous pants.’
It was my turn to grin. ‘You have no taste. Nothing wrong with them. How did you find it?’
‘Accidentally. She asked me to get her purse out of her handbag one evening when we were going out and it fell out on the floor.’
I folded my arms smugly and looked at him. ‘Go on,’ I encouraged.
‘That’s about it really.’
‘What do you mean, that’s about it? That’s not about anything. It tells me nothing about what happened. How did she take it?’
‘It was all a bit messy really, but I realised when she started getting hysterical that you were right.’
‘In what way?’
‘That I really didn’t know her. She started turning into a person I didn’t recognise. It all escalated into a huge row so I suggested we take a break from each other.’ He hesitated.
‘Before I knew it she was slagging you off and revealing all kinds of things I didn’t know but it seems she had been monitoring my emails as well as my phone calls.’
‘How on earth…’
‘Whenever I left my computer on or the phone lying around the house apparently. In an attempt to calm her down I went into the kitchen to get her a drink, when I came back to ask her what she wanted she hastily dropped my phone back on the sofa. Seems she was just checking you hadn’t called.’
I stood silently. I didn’t approve of spying on someone else but had I been unfair to Candy? Perhaps it wasn’t just me that was the problem? Why was she so suspicious of Ed’s behaviour that she had to check up on him?
‘What?’ Ed asked. ‘You’re doing it again?’
‘Doing what again?’
‘Thinking. Your face goes all serious and you frown.’
I never realised that I gave myself away so explicitly. ‘Although I don’t agree with what she’s done, I was wondering why she felt the need to spy on you. Have you played away from home before?’ It was time for a few home truths. I needed him to be honest with me.
‘Suzi! Is that what you think of me?’
‘Well, you are Flight Deck and you did bring a bottle of champagne to my room in Hong Kong whilst you were still going out with her.’
‘That’s unfair. For one, don’t tar me with the Flight Deck label and two, I haven’t done it before.’ He looked hurt. ‘You don’t get it, do you? You’re special, Suz.’
If I was a weaker woman and a character in a romantic movie I would have succumbed to Ed’s puppy dog eyes at this point and rushed into his arms to nestle against his hairy chest. But I was made of sterner stuff. I would need far more convincing than his sweet talk. Oh, why did relationships have to be so difficult? I wanted nothing more than to believe his every word but I just couldn’t. I took another sip of my drink and stood there. What now? The way the conversation was going I’d have a choice of both the double and the single beds to myself tonight.
‘Candy has a few issues,’ Ed said diplomatically. ‘I’m not going to tell you anymore as I don’t want to break her confidence but I just didn’t realise that she wasn’t coping with them very well.’
‘What like she’s a stalker and psychotic?’
‘No, but she did apply to be crew and never made it.’
‘So that makes it alright for her to take out her revenge on me, just because I did?’ My voice was becoming high pitched and a little hysterical now. Candy’s psychosis was catching. I took a deep breath. What ever sympathy I felt towards Candy had gone. ‘Where is she now?’
‘She’s moved the few things she had out of my house and gone back to her place. We’ve agreed to not contact each other for a while.’
‘Has she agreed not to contact me too? She has my mobile number and knows where I live.’
‘I’ve told her not to. I think she just needs some time to realise what she’s done is wrong.'
‘And you think that’s enough? I wouldn’t trust her an inch. Her boyfriend has just dumped her and she blames me for it. She’s bonkers, anything could happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came and attacked us with a knife.’
‘Really Suzi, I think you’re over reacting.’ I stared at him defiantly. ‘It’s over as far as I’m concerned but I don’t want to hurt her anymore than necessary.’
‘So what now?’ I had to ask. I hadn’t a clue what our relationship was anymore. If it was just a quick shag and then goodbye whilst he was on a break from Candy then he could forget it. I wasn’t going to be treated like that. Especially not by him. I was beginning to care more for Ed McEwan than I wanted to admit. Best to keep my feelings buttoned until I knew what he was feeling if I didn’t want to be hurt.
‘I think, Suzi,’ Ed said as he walked over to me and took the glass from my hand, placing it down beside us on the table. ‘If you’re willing to give us time, we could just see where it leads.’ Ed was so close his face was directly in front of mine. ‘Perhaps this might give you an idea of how I feel about you.’ He put his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly against him, fixing me in his embrace so that I couldn’t move. Searching out my mouth he placed his lips on mine and kissed me hard, forcing my lips apart to put his tongue in my mouth passionately. I couldn’t resist. I could taste sweetness on his breath and smell the scent of the alcohol intoxicatingly seeping up my nose. I leaned into his body and let the experience envelope me. Ed pressed his body harder against mine so that I could feel every inch of him. Matt had never been this passionate. Even in the beginning of our relationship he’s been half hearted in his approach. I felt a tingle shoot from my lips straight down through my body to my toes. If I was still in that romantic movie I would be lifting up my leg behind me inadvertently. Instead, I pulled away slightly and came up for air. Bloody Hell! Why had I thought of Matt in the middle of Ed’s embrace? What was wrong with me? I should have been all consumed with stars and hearts circling my head like a halo if Ed was the one. Ed sensed my resistance and relaxed his hold a little.
‘Not to your liking?’
I was in serious danger of messing this up again. Shove off Matt. I moved back into Ed’s arms fixing his hands together around my back. Bringing his head gently down towards me again with my hand, I found his lips and kissed him hard. He responded and I felt him move his hand down to my bum and press me against him. No doubt there what reaction my kiss was having. Pulling away slightly, Ed lowered his lips and started kissing my neck. I caressed his back and followed the line of his shoulder, never relaxing the pressure. Time to show the man that I meant business. He stepped back moving us apart so that he could slowly undo the buttons on my blouse, one at a time as he kissed the skin on my throat and then lower and lower as the flesh was revealed.
Blimey this might be it, here in Dad’s kitchen. At last Ed and I might be getting it together. Not quite what I’d envisaged, but beggars can’t be choosers. I helped him release me from the sleeves of my cotton shirt and stood before him in my uniform skirt and lace bra. His breath was coming quicker. Thank God he hadn’t started cooking. It would be burnt by now. He pushed me back against the table and lifted me up onto it, forcing my legs apart as he stood in between them. I could feel a ridge of the wooden surface scratching my skin through my tights as I leaned back on both arms and let my head drop back. My hair cascaded down my back and over my shoulders.
‘You are special, Suz. I knew it from the first moment in LA,’ he murmured the words as he licked my right ear lobe.
My heart skipped a beat. Where was my resolve now? I was in danger of succumbing to his sweet talk. All that sensible advise I’d given myself earlier was about to go right out of the window. Bloody pheromones. They had a lot to answer for. If he wasn’t so gorgeous I would be able to resist him, but this is what I’d been wanting for ages now. But I still didn’t know if it was an act and his usual seduction technique. I had to make a decision and stop analyzing his every move. Either I went through with it or stopped it now before it went too far.
He moved to cup my face with both hands and started kissing my eyelids tenderly, all the while stroking my skin as though I was something fragile. Decision made. Any man that held me that tenderly was worth a go. This was going to be too good to miss. I leaned back and surrendered myself to him. I felt his tongue trace a line from my face down my neck and linger, teasingly, just above my breast.
Suddenly the kitchen door was flung open and a woman’s outline was silhouetted in the frame. I leapt off the table, bringing my knee up at the same time as Ed leapt backwards, just catching him in the balls as I turned my head in panic to see who was standing there.
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