The Flight Attendant
I looked into the mirror to make sure everything was perfect.
Making sure that my uniform looked clean and crisp with no wrinkles. That my badge was sitting up straight on the outskirts of my jacket pocket. My dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun so that my uniform hat sat securely on top of my head.
The only makeup that was allowed was lipstick. But not just any lipstick though, it always had to be either Mac's Tara P. Henson Viva Glam or Mac's Red Rock.
His instructions on how he wanted us dressed, was well written out in full detail and any other special instructions were sent via care package.
Oh yes, my boss, Mr. Santana was very particular about these things.....He was a control freak. And of course, over my brief time
intimately
working for him I learned how much
control
he loved to enforce.
Being one of his stewardesses for his private jet for the past 6 months had been more than interesting. He had hand-picked me from a line of other more experienced flight attendants. He said I had the potential to be to exactly what he wanted me to be. I would find out later that had nothing to do with being his flight attendant.
Dakari Santana's multimillion-dollar Boeing 737 business class jet was a site to see. With its slick lines and modern-day décor. It radiated everything Mr. Santana was....straight money
And to be honest so was he. Dakari was the youngest CEO of a Fortune 500 pharmaceutical company. He was Black Dominican with dark brown toffee skin. Short black wavy hair and deep piercing brown eyes. The fullest juiciest lips I'd ever seen on a man. He was just the epitome of sexy personified.
It was hard not to stare into those eyes which was rule number 1 that I just failed not to adhere to as he walked onto the plane. My eyes were glued to his deep cinnamon brown eyes as they met mine. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at me.
Donna the other attendant on the jet today took his jacket placing it in the nearby closet.
"Good Morning, sir," I said softly as he walked closer. Trying to take deep breaths to regulate the palpations I was feeling right then.
"Good Morning, Miss Bullard. How are you today?"
"Fine sir, just fine."
"Tell me Miss Bullard did you receive my care package with my instructions on today's attire?"
I started to get a little nervous. "Y-Yes sir I did," I spoke looking up at him.
He walked up closer to me and spoke firmly, "Dónde deberían estar tus ojos mi Cielito?" (
Where should your eyes be my Heaven.)
"Sorry sir, it won't happen again," I said looking down at the floor and biting my lip.
"
Mmmm
, don't do that Miss Bullard," he reached his large hand up towards my face, pulling my bottom lip free.
Just a simple touch from his hand set my core on fire and my heart racing a million miles per minute. He drew his hand back and went to walk away but stopped.
"Se suponía que debías ponerte rojo hoy. Tendré que castigarte por eso un poco más tarde, mi Cielito." (
You were supposed to wear the red today. I'll have to punish you for that later my Heaven.
)
Shit, how could I have made that mistake?
In my rush to make sure everything looked perfect I'd put on the fuschia color lipstick. My pulse started to race again. What was he gonna do to me this time?
Dakari, sat down taking his seat as we prepared for take off. As soon as we leveled out and the pilot gave us the ok. Donna and I started preparing brunch for him.
"Nevaeh, when the hell did you start understanding Spanish," she questioned cleaning off the fine china we were serving his food on.
"Umm I've been taking classes lately," I admitted trying to keep my answers straight to the point, and praying she didn't question me further about it.
"Oh ok, I didn't know you were in school girl."
"Yea, something like that," I answered keeping focused on the task I was doing.
I made sure his coffee was just how he liked it. Piping hot with 3 teaspoons of sugar and a small splash of Baileys Caramel Creamer.
Donna plated his food and placed it on the rolling tray. "Ok girlie it's your turn to feed him, remember you serve from left to right," she said with a smile
and sending me on my way.
I slowly pushed the tray down the aisle towards Dakari making sure I kept my eyes to the floor.
"Brunch is served, sir."
He pulled the newspaper down from his face, folding it neatly and placing it on the seat next to him. I laid the napkin down on his lap and placed the silverware in their appropriate locations. Then placed his plate directly in front of him.
"What do we have here," he asked.
"Umm, it's a skillet made of steak-."
"Por favor, mi Cielito, dime en español. Todas esas lecciones privadas, déjame ver lo que está pagando mi dinero." (
Please, my Heaven, tell me in Spanish. All those private lessons, let me see what my money is paying for.
)
Yes, Dakari was paying for me to have a tutor to teach me Spanish. Which I never knew the point. He spoke English very well, hell he was born right here in sunny Florida. But I dare not question him. I'm sure it was just another one of his ways to mold me into......what he desired.
"Umm, es una sartén gourmet, que consiste en filet mignon y huevos
e-e-escal-."
"Escalfados," he said helping correct me.
"Muy bueno mi Cielito," he gently ran two fingers down the back of my left leg. My eyes slammed shut as I held my breath. It was crazy how my body instantly reacted from his touch.
"¿Te parece bien, mi Cielito?"
(Does that feel good to you, my Heaven?)
"Yes sir," I exhaled breathlessly.
