Lana checked to make sure everything was in place before boarding began. This was her last trip of the day, and then she would do an overnight in Memphis before heading back home to Minneapolis. She loved her job as a flight attendant. People always thought her job was glamorous, the traveling all the time, seeing different cities. What they didn't realize is that it was a hard job. She often didn't know where she would be for days at a time and was away from home a lot. It wasn't a job everyone could do but she loved it. She'd only been a flight attendant for three years now and knew that she had found the career she wanted.
As the passengers began coming down the jet way, she pasted her smile on and greeted them all. Helping those that needed it to find their seats, helping them stow their bags. This flight was only three hours and then she could go to her hotel for a swim. She loved getting in a late night swim; it always helped her to sleep better. She was glad that her return trip tomorrow was late in the afternoon so she could spend time just relaxing in the morning.
Lana walked up and down the aisle checking to make sure everyone had their seat belts on, the luggage was stowed and if anyone needed anything. She was working first class this trip and was grateful for that. She liked having a smaller group to deal with, not to mention she was working with Jason. Jason could always make her laugh, she loved flying with him.
She brought out the drinks that her passengers had ordered while the crew went through the pre flight. Lana had noticed the tall dark haired man when he came on board. It was hard to miss him; he was well built and very good looking. She noticed even the female passengers looking at him as they made their way to their seats. He didn't seem to notice the attention he drew. He simply sat there reading his newspaper, he barely looked up when she handed him his drink. Thinking to herself, too bad, she went back to taking orders and then to getting everything ready for take off.
As she made one final pass down the aisle to pick up drinks before takeoff, Lana stopped at his seat and asked if she could take his glass. This time he looked up fully, Lana's breath seemed to stop as she looked into those rich chocolate eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. Then he smiled at her as he handed over his glass. Her heart stopped at that smile. My God, she thought to herself. He's amazing, his whole face changed with that smile. It made him even more irresistible, something Lana didn't think was possible. Lana smiled softly as she took the glass and said thank you to him. Walking slowly back to the galley, she put the glass away, grinned at Jason then took her seat.
During takeoff, she couldn't get that smile out of her mind. Jason nudged her when it was time to get the cart prepared; he looked at her quizzically sensing that something was off with her. She smiled at him then set to work.
"Lana, what's up?" Jason asked.
"Oh, nothing, just ready to be in the hotel, it's been a long day." she said, sighing.
"That it has." Jason agreed.
They began pushing the cart down the aisle. Jason took the right while Lana took the left side of the plane. She chose that side so she could avoid that smile. It did funny things to her system and she needed to be levelheaded on the flight.
When they reached the row before his seat, Lana crouched down to get water out of the bottom drawer for her passenger. She felt the breath on her ear just before he spoke.
"You're beautiful," he whispered seductively.
Lana couldn't keep the shock off her face. She'd been hit on many times as a flight attendant; it seemed to come with the job. None had had the effort those two words had on her body. She felt her insides melt at the very nature of his tone. She just stared at him, then he smiled again and Lana was sure she'd fall over from weakness. Regaining her composure finally, she simply smiled at him as she grabbed the water and stood up. Her hands trembled as she poured the water, and handed it to her passenger. Lana refused to look at him again.