Pretty Planes

Pretty Planes

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"You want me to make a pretty plane?" I scoffed. I heard Shannon clear her throat and she shot me a warning glare. "Not pretty. Attractive. They want the old design back." Shannon screamed at me without a word. I said, "I created a flawless plane without any chance of an accident, that requires absolutely no one to fly it, but people want to go back to the old pieces of aluminum because mine's not pretty?" "Attractive, yes." Eldwin Stone, a young engineer on his way to the top of the industry, met the most eccentric, obnoxious, stubborn girl in the middle of a parking garage, and he couldn't keep her from his mind. With his career at an impasse and a problem to sort out with an important company, he didn't need to think about anything but pretty planes. His problem: whenever he thinks pretty, he thinks of the girl selling corn.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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