18+ Audience Intended.
Taylor Ash-Carlson.
She's 20 and just finished flight attendant school, thanks to her boyfriend she secures a job working for the largest airport in her city.
She's bright eyed and excited to start the next chapter of her life...
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I feel the warmth of Dom's hand in mine as he leads me through to the 'secret' bar hidden behind this laundromat. I don't know why people like the whole hidden facade.
What if some poor person actually wanted to use the washing machines only to realize they're all fake?
I'm pretty nervous about tonight, and I don't want to admit to myself the main cause of those nerves.
Am I nervous because half of my co-workers think I'm an entitled bitch? No actually;
I'm nervous because a long-hair Jesus looking-ass motherfucker is probably going to staring through my soul the whole night.
Harry seems to act differently when Dom is around me, he looks at dom as if he were some kind of hazardous bomb that might go off any minute.
The words he said to me keep playing over in my head
"He's dangerous, Taylor"
"He's dangerous, Taylor"
"He's dangerous, Taylor"
Of course, I don't believe him, I know Dom, he has his moments and no one is perfect.
But I do trust him. This is saying a lot because I have crippling trust issues.
"Heyo! It's the bossman!" Mitch slurs his words as he approaches us with open arms.
We've only just walked into the venue and he came over to us straight away.
This bar is actually quite high up, the door at the laundromat leads to an elevator that only had a button for the 32nd floor. The views up here are crazy amazing. Melbourne looks beautiful with all the sparkling lights that shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Ironically, I'd probably feel a bit sick if I got too close to the windows and looked down.
Even though I'm a flight attendant, heights can make me feel woozy. When I work on flights. I'm contained to the cabin of the plane which has very small windows.
If planes were made of glass, I would have a different profession.
Mitch gives us both a hug at the same time and I smile towards him and notice a woman with dark red hair standing close behind him.
"This is my wife, Chloe," Mitch says with a big grin on his face.
Chloe stands in front of us, just wearing a small jacket. Her hands are folded neatly in front of her and she has a smile on her face. She looks beautiful, she smiles as she crosses her arms.
"Hi, I'm Taylor," I say giving her a warm smile.
She seems nice. Although I had no clue Mitch was even married, Dom never mentioned it.
She returns my smile to me and turns her attention to Dom
