I lied to you
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Derek POV
I have never done anything crazy like this before. Being alone with a woman is the easiest way to attract scandal. But I figure out, when will I get to meet Rachel again, after this trip? It's not every day I get to travel on board Air Force One.
Tonight, five hours, I'll decide if it's worth the risk.
She is blushing. Rosy cheeks were painted on her radiant cheek. Her skin is soft, her eyes the color of black sapphire. Every time she looks at my eyes, she sends reverberation straight down every cell in my body. It's awakening and inviting. Her hair reflects the color of the chestnut, yet, when it mingles with lights, striking auburn washes over every strain of her tresses. Resembling her, mysterious and yet veracious.
'Ready?' She asked in a tone that stirs interest. It wasn't the first time I'm inside this plane; in fact, I have been to the entire cabin way before I met her. But asking her to stay inside my suite seems very, very inappropriate, thus, a tour inside this magnificent aircraft seems legitimate.
'Ready when you are.'
She opens the door to the kitchen; it was a mere footstep away from my suite.
'We have two galleys in this plane where different foods are being prepared. And, oh, there are five chefs on board to meet the needs of one hundred guests. Impressive, isn't it?' She asks.
My replies to her were cut off when the kitchen staff greeted me. They were all professional looking, and the kitchen is sparkling clean.
We left the kitchen as soon as I finished having short conversations with them. Five hours is all I have, I can't let it go to waste.
'If I want to have soft baked cookies, can the chef prepare for me?' I questioned her.
'Certainly, believe it or not, it's not impossible to not provide most of the things you request, Mr. President.' Her witty reply caught me off. I enjoy talking with Rachel. 'But, seriously, you like soft bake cookies?'
'Seriously, a president doesn't lie to his subject.'
'Ha!' She nodded and I sense her sarcasm. 'That's weird, from what I know, politicians are the greatest liar.'
'Really? I thought you know nothing about politics?'
'Which is why I said out of stereotyping. Prove me wrong then, Mr. President.' She grins. She really caught me off guard all the time. I enjoy her honesty and her playful nature.
I shook my head as a sign of defeat. 'I definitely need Gavinski to have a thorough check on your background. Mark my words.'
'Hmmm.' she nods, complying with what she thought I was joking. Actually, I will be requesting Gavinski to give me her background information. 'Next, the room that you just came out from earlier on, the conference room.'
'And the place where you almost assassinate me with peanut butter.' I look at her.
'Yup, Putin must be so disappointed. Okay, what should I introduce about this room.' She walks around, looking at every possible thing she can find to describe. She doesn't have to work so hard on that, I'm not interested in this plane; I'm interested with one doing the talking. 'Uh hah!' She squealed. 'Every time you are on board the craft, this is where I saw you giving speech to the nation!'
'Fascinating, I almost forgot about it.' I feigned surprised, but she knows I'm being acidic.
'Right.' She places both her hand on her waist. 'I regret about the peanut butter earlier, I should have mixed it inside your coffee.'
I laugh. I like her even more. Five hours is slower decreasing into four. I never felt time as precious as this.
'Where will you be, after your shift ends?' I asked. My impatience has overrides my sanity.
She paused, like she can read my mind. I hope she can read my mind. 'The rest area behind the cockpit.' Her eyes never leave mine, she is searching for answer.
'Is that where I can I find you if I want?' There, I said it. I just said something a married man shouldn't say.
'Yes.' She breathes, uncertainly.
I rest both my hands at the swivel chair, standing directly in front of her. I face down and close my eyes for a moment. I need a short moment to decide. When I finally came to a conclusion, I flash open my eyes. Rachel hasn't move a bit, she is still standing before me, but I am certain, she wants to hear what I was about to say.
'Rachel?' I speak, as soon as I said that, my chest went tighten. I took another deep breath.
'Yes?' Her voice is soft and determined. Her hand is scrunching on the leather.
'I lied to you.' I look at her dark orbs as I speak, 'I didn't want a tour in this plane where I have been on board for fifty times. I wanted your companion. So you think, if there is any chance, I can see you again after this? I don't want to push my luck.'
Her breathing deepens, her chest moving up and down. She neither moves nor blinks her eyes, she just looks at me.
All of a sudden, the room was quiet again, the intensity revolving between Rachel and I was heavy.