"This isn't exactly... a normal arrangement." He pauses as I begin taking another sip of water. A drop somehow misses my mouth and captures his attention. The drop makes its way down my chin... and neck... and then its way down my chest as his eyes...
Ten minutes have past since I hung up the phone with Jacob, it feels more like hours to be honest... And I've done nothing but kneel in front of my luggage, staring into its emptiness, this entire time. I probably don't need something this large though... I'm only going to be there a day after all. Maybe it's a good idea to try and knock that bad habit of always over packing. I opt for a navy tote with a light leather strap. It's always perfect for a day at the beach and now I guess for a day in Paris as well. Next, I invade my closet looking for the perfect dress. I want something that projects class and elegance... I spot my strapless, little, black dress and know it's perfect for the occasion. I stuff it into my tote along with some black, suede heels. As I stand there staring at the combination and can't help but feel like something is missing. I place my hands on the back of my neck and rub it as I ponder what this outfit could possibly be in need of. Yet again, the polaroid of Jacob's gift reflects some light, catching the corner of my eye. I grin as it finally proposes the answer to my dilemma. I unravel the ribbon on pearly box and hold up the skimpy, lace thong out in front of me. It's exactly what I need! I toss it into the tote and clip it shut. "Now all I need is the perfect outfit to show up in," I think to myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, finally noticing the shred of lettuce in my hair. I want something casual... but also sophisticated... and sexy. Some black jeggings and my beige, low cut, spaghetti strap tank will piece together effortlessly. I finish the look off with some beige sandals that tie a little up on my ankle, a double stranded gold necklace, and a black Gucci belt with gold lettering. Okay... it's not a "real" Gucci belt. I may have bought it from one of the shops in China Town. It looks real enough for me though. Just as I finish situating the belt, I hear Mr. Donagy's knock coming from the hallway outside the loft. He uses the same specific rhythm each time he knocks at our door.
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I let myself out of the loft and have him lead me downstairs to where the car is waiting for me outside. "You don't have to carry my bag for me, Mr Donagy, really," I guiltily bid. Something about not carrying it myself just doesn't sit right... I feel almost like a snob or... lazy. "No, no, I insist!" he assures me with his usual kind tone. At least I tried. "You look just lovely tonight, Miss Leign," he goes on to say. "You're much too sweet," I thank him as he opens the car door for me. He hands me my tote before softly shutting it. Well, this is it... No turning back now. Croissants and macaroons here I come! I roll down the window to say my goodbye. "Have a nice flight to London, Miss Leign!" he earnestly wishes me. London?! I only packed for Paris! The car pulls away before I have time to ask any questions about the matter...
After arriving at the airport to find out that I will be taking a private plane, I physically pinch myself to ensure that I'm actually awake. This all must be a dream, things like this don't happen in real life... do they? I board and take a seat at the front next to the window. The interior is all tones of black, white, and grey. I imagine the President himself couldn't have a private plane more luxurious. The pilot exits the cock-pit to introduce himself. He has grey, well-groomed hair. I don't know how to describe his appearance rather than the fact that I'd mistake him for George Clooney if I saw him on the streets. He removes his hat, "Miss Leign, my name Timothy Sulkin and I'll be your pilot this evening. It's a pleasure to be flying you to London. With the time difference, we should arrive at eleven A.M. there," he notifies me, his voice is very kind. "Yes, about that... I thought I was meeting Jacob in Paris," I don't attempt to hide my confusion. "Mr. Sutherland preferred escorting you there himself," he smiles and returns to his post to get us both to London on time. I watch New York get smaller and smaller as we lift into the air. All the people and cars are beginning to look like ants... The buildings are turning into nothing but lights suspended in midair. I draw in a deep breath as the landscape is overtaken by ocean water. Watching the process actually kind of calms my nerves a bit. And that's when it hits me... Jimmy! I completely forgot about our plans... Hopefully he'll understand when I call him after landing... it's not like I have service to call him right now anyway. Plus, I should probably get some rest, I'll be needing it. Can't show up jet-lagged, right? There's a soft blanket and pillow in the compartment above me. I can't stop myself from laughing at the Calvin Klein logo on the pillow... It was a bit excessive in my opinion. Although, I'd expect nothing less. The chair flattens at the push of a button to transform into a rather comfortable bed. A girl can certainly get use to this.
