Fifty Shades of Pulp

PULP Part 10

I enjoyed Ana's enjoyment as we flew above Mt St. Helen's and Spirit Lake. Commenting how much destruction took place. How deeply scared the terrain was and now recovering wonderfully. Saying something along the lines, "Given enough time, everything heals. Look at mother nature performing her magic." She spoke in a whisper regarding the people who died. It was as if she talking to herself. Pulling Charlie Tango from Toutle River Valley, I want this to be a pleasant experience.

Deciding to cut our excursion a little short, landing at Escala's rooftop ten minutes earlier than scheduled. Looking lovely in the copilot seat with a smile that's beaming ear to ear... taking off my cams, pointing for her to remove hers I hear her laughing. Waiting for the rotors to slow a bit. I hear her lilting voice

"Thank you Christian, That WAS awesome!" Showing her age and loving her enthusiasm, it's positively infectious. If I didn't know better I think she's going to give me one of Elliot's high-five's.

Unbuckling myself while laughing as I lean over undo hers.

"I only fly for work and you're right Ana that was awesome." though in all honesty, it's all about the company I'm keeping.

"Come on Ana, lets go inside." taking her hand I help her off Charlie Tango. Stooping down, wrapping my arm around her shoulder we make our way while dealing with gusty breezes from Elliot Bay as we walk across the rooftop. Punching the code for the elevator.

As the doors open "Christian you know I can't help myself...I'm curious as to what your olive branch entails."

"Ana I hope to you will find it to be worth your time."

"Well I've been told I'm an optimist but if things go badly, the way I see at least I got a cool helicopter ride out of the deal." giving me a playful smirk and wink as the doors close.

It's the first time we've been in such an tight enclosure and the hum between us potent. Staring at her in the mirrored elevator I see her eyes close as she leans her head against my arm as if intoxicated. Noting a small smile breaches her face. I KNOW she feels it. It downright pulsates. As I watch her reflection, constantly repeating. You're doing to right thing, you're doing the right thing.

When I snap out of my trance, too late to add toward conversation, hearing that familiar muted ping with the elevator doors opening into the foyer. And the first person I see is my trusted Taylor always sharply dressed and crisp. He's the best and always on the ball even when I least expect it. He's worth his weight in any precious metal.

After Ana and Taylor meet formally I'm leading her into the penthouse where we're greeted by Mrs. Jones aromas emanating from the kitchen. Having yet let go of her hand.

"Let me introduce you to Mrs. Jones. She keeps my home in tip-top shape and feeds me well."

watching as Ana inhales deeply and smiling... "Lovely to meet you Mrs. Jones. Dinner smells deilicouso."

"Miss Steele, my pleasure."

"Please call me Ana."

unsure as how to address her." Ana... Miss Steele... tonight's menu is aged standing rib-roast with whipped potatoes, asparagus, oven roasted brussel sprouts. A wild greens salad in a olive oil balsamic vinaigrette and openers are crab-cakes, remoulade sauce on the side."

I grin when Ana says. " Mrs. Jones this is like a Christmas feast in May. I look forward to dinner."

"Miss Steele would you like some wine."