Kristen Smitten

My Surprise!!! Chapter 1.

"Ma'am, we're about to land in 10 minutes," the air hostess politely wakes me up. I sigh waking up from my comfy first class seat.

"Ma'am"? Ugh, they make me sound so old! I'm only 24 yet they always manage to make me feel like I'm 32! I look warily at the pretty lady beside me, I try to recognize her, she has that same bubbly smile and face that all air hostesses possessed . Could be a façade, I don't know, they could always want something, I think to myself.
"Thank you," I look at her name tag "-Veronica. Also wake up Buford." I say, making it sound like a statement more than a question, the authority clear in my voice.
I rub my eyes and stretch in my seat trying to wake up. Shaking off my sleepiness, I notice that the woman is still there. My steely gray eyes bore into her bright blue ones, I raise an eyebrow waiting for her. She stands there unblinking like a deer caught in a headlight.
"Yes?" My voice lacking of emotion, I'm getting slightly impatient now. The sound of my voice seemed to have broken her from whatever trance she was in and she shyly asks     ", Sorry ma'am but who's Buford?" She squirms nervously under my stare but meets my eyes.

An expression of amusement flashes through my face. I laugh inwardly at her awkwardness. I assume she's the new air hostess I heard all of my other air hostesses  gossiping about. I had to hire another one considering the last one fell for Buford's charms. Due to that scumbag I have to hire new air hostesses every time we use my damn jet. I hope this one is different, she doesn't seem like Buffie's type, with her innocent blond bob and bright blue eyes. Too virgin- like.

"He's my--- butler" I cringe at his title. But I've got to admit its amusing, him being my butler.

He's more like your babysitter than your butler, my subconsciousness sneers at me.
"Oh you mean that gentleman that came on board with the Elvis outfit and the rainbow afro?" She asks quizzically.

I snicker and say "That's the one." As she scampers off, I stretch in my seat.

My parents had insisted on one, telling me that after my wild, party- animal stage I needed someone to "supervise" my behavior. I had argued much with them about this "matter" and finally we agreed on a compromise. I got to choose who. So, I obviously chose my childhood best friend, Buford (or Buffie as I liked to call him)! He sweet talked my parents into believing that he's a perfect gentleman quite the opposite of what he really is. But he's a sweetheart to me, and he makes sure I have fun.
Not THAT kind of fun!
Pervert.
To prevent us from having that kind of relationship we set up some basic rules.
He basically summed it up saying, "I promise not to woo you with my hotness and my hunkiness." I had a good laugh after that 'talk'. Seriously me with a playboy like him?
Like you're one to speak, my subconsciousness snarls me. I really don't know what I did to my sub to make her such a bitch, no wait, I'M a  total bad-ass bitch which probably makes her one too. Sighing inwardly, screw my luck.

"Hey Crunchy," a deep voice breaks me from my thoughts. I look up in my seat to find a very shirtless Buffie coming to sit across from me, wearing only shorts. At least changed out of the other outfit. I sneer at that despicable nick name.

"Hey 'Buuuuford', I thought I told you not to call me Crunchy." I look at him with my best 'scary calm' face only to find him scowling at me. His blond hair wet and plastered across his forehead. Him glaring daggers at me with his piercing green eyes. I know well  that he hates the name Buford with special passion reserved in heart.

"And I told not to call me by my full name 'Crunchy', it's a dumb ass name that my dumb ass dad named me."

I laugh and retort with ,"Since you love the word dumb ass so much how about you try and call me 'Crunchy' again and I cut off your manhood and shove it up your dumb ass. I don't like that nick name, Buffie."
He just laughs.