Not So Star-Crossed

Ch 14: Secrets and Chardonnay

Ava's POV

Accetta Enterprises  Private Jet. Orlando, Florida. Saturday, September 7.  9:40am

The first thing I wake up to is an uncomfortable pain from a kink in my neck. At first I don't understand why but then I realize I had fallen asleep with my elbow rested across the arm rest, my hand propping up my face.

I straighten out my spine and throw my arms in the air to stretch when I glance over at Daxon. He didn't spare me a glance as I dramatically throw my limbs around but was reading out of his AP German book, occasionally making a note when he deemed it fit. I wanted to laugh, not because making a joke about him actually doing homework was so tempting but because placed on his face were a pair of black framed Giorgio Armani reading glasses. While I hated to admit that I've known Daxon a while, it amazed me that I've never seen him wear glasses before. How had he kept this secret for so long?!

"I'm assuming you're going to make a comment about my glasses, right?" He didn't look up from his book when he addressed me but he didn't have to. He had read my mind after all.

"Nope. I think they look lovely." I say, a smile etching up on my lips.

Daxon's head shoots up to look at me. He's waiting for a sassy comment but I don't give him one. I mean I could say he looks like a gay Clark Kent but I'm not sure I could say it with a straight face. In all honesty, the glasses gave Daxon an aura of intelligence and maturity. This aura made him look very attractive and I wasn't about to tell him that. I stand up from my seat ready to stretch out my legs when I come to the realization that we aren't flying anymore.

"We're in Florida?" I ask looking back at an annoyed Daxon.

"Yes. We landed five minutes ago." He shuts his German book with force and stands up himself.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Mike recommended against it." Daxon rolls his eyes as we both look over to where Mike is standing giving orders to the other two attendants. When he notices were both staring at him he finishes his conversation and speedily walks towards us.

"Mr. Collingsworth, Ms. St. Xavier, a car is waiting outside for you. We took the liberty of putting your carry-ons in the back as well." Mike instructs us.

"Thanks again Mike. Sorry for this all being last minute." Daxon says in a strange sincere tone I've never heard him use before.

"Oh, it's no problem. Mr. Accetta would have it no other way." Mikes waves his hand in dismissal and then is off again with his blackberry up to his ear giving orders to some other poor soul on the other line.

Daxon and I get into the sleek black Escalade with little trouble and before we can even give the driver orders we're driving off.

"I gave him the address while you were sleeping." Daxon explains, once again reading my thoughts.

"And how did you know her aunt's address?" I eye him skeptically.

"I used this crazy ancient invention called a phone book." Daxon chuckles to himself. At least one of us thought his jokes were funny. I on the other hand simply shook my head and looked out the window, no longer in the mood to converse with Collingsworth.

As the driver got onto the interstate I was happy to see palm trees lining the streets. The large magnificent trees relaxed me. Maybe because usually when I saw them I was on vacation not on a quest to find a girl Daxon had sex with. God, what is my life coming to?!