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➥ elaine; delays

"Seriously!" The blonde lets out a frustrated whine, "We're delayed again?" She looks far too good to be in an airport, instead more suited to the front of a VOGUE magazine. The amount of people I've caught staring at her and jostling their friends is tremendous but further proves my theory.

I take a look at the screen, eyes searching for our flight to Amsterdam which I find delayed for another two hours. It sucks but flight delays are practically inevitable nowadays.

"Maybe our plane was sucked into the Bermuda?" I muse, hoping to lighten her mood. She sends me a withering glare to announce her disapproval. Fair enough.

"My feet really hurt too." She says leaning down to rub the back of her foot. I take her hand luggage from her and start to walk away. She lets out a frustrated groan after me before stumbling/strutting along behind me. I spy a free seat close to our gate and the illuminated board housing our flight times.

She plunks next to me and I hand her my spare trainers, the change of clothes I brought and a hairbrush. The clothes are all mine as she blatantly refused to wear anything 'remotely sloppy' as 'professionalism is key', but I had prepared for this. She shoots me another one of her glares before discarding her heels with me and leaving for the toilets. I smile at the fact she gave in for once in her life.

I pull out my work phone and pull up the contact we have in EMA, located in Amsterdam. After shooting him a not so quick email about the delayed flight times and reorganizing a time for our meeting (which we could have avoided if Richard hadn't taken the private jet to Thailand for a 'well earned break' as he called it) that shouldn't have been a problem, I allow myself to drink some water. Running around after Markinson is a tiring task.

I also remember the five star presidential suite she insisted I booked that would also require a call to stop a cancelled booking. I get off the phone quickly as they are more than sympathetic towards our situation. I thank them and leave a mental note to give the receptionist a tip when we get there.

When Elaine returns with her professional clothes in her arms, I'm profoundly struck by the fact she could still pass for a model in the considerably mussed clothing I gave her.
The fact both amuses, angers and enthralls me. The knitted jumper falls down one of her shoulders, revealing a bra strap and the jeans she wears are tight on her ass. She looks normal and not like the angry CEO I'm used to seeing.

I sigh, fold and pack the clothing in my hand luggage - promising to return it all later. She collapses next to me and rests her head on my shoulder, red lips in a thin line. "Care to share what's bothering you?"

"I have to call that representative from EMA and postpone the bookings at that hotel."

"I've already done it. You want some food?" She nods and looks up at me as if she's seen an angel, the reaction is far from familiar and sets off little explosions in my mind. I almost completely stumble over my next words as I look at her watching me through her long eyeslashes. "W-What do you want?"

"I could really eat a burger right now, if you don't mind."

"I'll be back soon." I say with a small smile as she pulls out her phone to play candy crush. When I return I hand her her burger and sit next to her, she looks at it uncertainly. "It's vegan." She smiles a little and looks away, trying to conceal the little flush on her cheeks.

We board the plane soon after and she gives me the pleasure of the window seat. First class is pretty roomy compared to the standard, no class seating. I relax into the seat and we take off. About an hour in, Elaine's head leans against my shoulder.

I tuck a stray hair behind her ear, "Sleep well." I think it's a lot more than the delays fatiguing her, which is why I'll be trying to do most of the negotiations and speaking for her. Even if she hates me for it afterwards.

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A/n : idk about this. Lmk if you want a PT 2 and I'll start writing one. I should also be updating Miss DeVil soon.