Denmark's Final Arranged Marriage

Chapter Nineteen - At Forty-thousand Feet

WARNING:  This chapter contains strong language as well as some rather intimate scenes. If you feel uncomfortable reading intimate scenes I will have a marker (#) where such scenes begin and where they end so feel free to skip them. 

Gina

Tesla had somehow managed to fall asleep after a good hour or so of crying, seriously for the first hour all I heard next to me were sniffles after sniffles and thank God the first-class section of the plane was practically empty except for us, an elderly couple seated in front of us about four rows down and a guy directly across from us on the opposite side which I had nicknamed, Suits.

Who boards a ten-hour flight wearing a suit? No one.

Then again who fly's to the other side of the world without a suitcase? No one. Not on purpose at least.

I couldn't help but steal glances at him every now and then I mean he was strangely attractive for a man in a suit. Those were never my type, not even on TV men in suits had always managed to turn me off but for some reason, the way that dark gray jacket clung to his forearms and those broad shoulders seemed to rise up with each breath, it practically had me humming and I couldn't help but ogle.

Shaking my head I turned my attention to the book in my hand. I was so relieved when I looked through my bag and saw that I had indeed packed my sketchbooks as well as my pencil case.

It wasn't much but these held some of my favorite sketches and losing them would have really made me kill Benji.

It wasn't until a few years ago that I realized sketching and painting were a real way for me to relieve pent up stress and anger which I had a lot of.

I didn't like being an angry person nor did I think I was one but after I entered the art program at the school I couldn't ignore the fact that my mood had improved drastically.

We had been in the air for a little over four hours now and Tesla was still out cold. The couple four rows from us were dead asleep... or for their sake just asleep I hope.

All I could really hear was my pencil against the textured paper of my book and the light almost faint keys of a laptop.

I turned to glance at, Suits again and to my surprise, he had removed that gray jacket of his, his tie was loosened at his neck and the sleeves of a plain white dress shirt were rolled up just bellow his elbow.

I swallowed hard as I took my time ogling over those arms... the veins on his arms were protruding and I swear they were practically calling for me.

Shaking my head I wanted to slap myself.

What the hell, Gina? I shook my head again trying to get out the images I myself had cooked up in my head.

Then again it was only normal. I mean with the day I had today I could do far worse hell I wanted to do far, far worse. I wanted to scream, kick, punch and bite the hell out of everything but because I was stuck over forty-thousand feet in the air I could do neither without homeland security tackling me down and branding me as a threat to the nation and my myself probably.

Damn it.

I sighed in frustration as I ran an angry hand through my already messy hair before my eyes involuntarily dragged me to a now familiar sight only this time they were met with a pair of stormy gray orbs glaring back.

Almost as a second nature, I immediately looked away using my knotted hair as a natural shield.

What the hell!?

I don't know what I was more surprised with; the fact that he was already looking at me or with my reaction.

Since when did I cower away? Never that's when.