"Helping Hand"
Day One
Mercedes hadn’t seen Travis in months. It was unwise really, he hadn’t even told her he was leave-taking, he didn’t be in debt it to her, but she felt abandoned. She sat, back honest against the unyielding frame of the chair in the large airy span of the airport mortal. For a Tuesday the pace ways and surrounding terminals were equitably deserted, only a few lazy passengers lugging carry-ons toward baggage profess.
Merci brushed a slow strand of gloomy red hair from her countenance, long slender fingers combing against her deftly soft cheek. Plump pink lips parted in a sigh that raised her shoulders several inches. Looking down at the shiny gold watch on her narrow wrist she rolled her eyes, why had she unwavering to be so very early for her running away? Usually she was hopping around her residence right now with only one shoe on, tossing things at a suitcase propped up on her bed, searching for the travel document. These years she always prepared things in advance, had so much instance on her hands.
She second-hand to visit him at his studio, mind him edit movies, then they’d promote to love against his computer small table, he’s slam her backward against the watch. She felt so helpless at his hands, but secure too. Then he was dead as quickly as he’d occur into her vivacity.
One day she’d auditioned for a picture a director at his studio was functioning on. She’d occur in; ready to seduce her manner into the part. There was Travis, blonde mustache falling over one observe as he leaned one prop against the secretary’s small table, muted grey shirt pulled tautly over his safe build. He looked down at his clip go into; eyes rolled looking over her provocative furnish and laughed. He’d informed her that the part was not for a hooker and sent her back toward the auditioning scope. She’d been so self-conscious; she tried to pull at the bottom of her small black slip dress, and safe and sound the spaghetti straps. She had allow her long juicy red locks down, and then on flash thought realized she looked even easier. She’d been in the process of pulling the disarray of curls back up when he’d stepped in the try-out room. Travis had conceded himself with downright confidence, shoulders back, cranium raised straight above his shoulders. His feet had be as long as down on the stump softly. She had paused study him as if there was no other visual stimulation around.
“No discern in that,” he’d referred to her sloppy locks smirking, “just take a seat. His eyes had been on her look, not her full opulent cleavage like most men.
Merci had sat, crossing those bare exposed limbs at the knee, hands at the limit of her ever shortening dress, a flush of pink rising in her cheeks and earlobes. She’d tried to assume her composure, she desired that job, hadn’t worked in months. It’d crooked out Jason; the principal was not vacant to coming in.
That proverbial tinge of flush came back to her cheeks now thoughts about it and she squeezed her thighs together sighing once more. Another hour before her running away would even be in the gate. Delays could keep her sitting in this tricky terminal seat for perhaps two, or three hours. Placing one jostle on the remnants she lowered her chin on one inverted palm. Brow wrinkling in frustration as he put ring to paper once more construction a check catalog. New camera lens, black and pallid film, replacement 35mm camera, trivet, four female actresses, five guy, green screen, the file went on and on count to his headache.” His say-so called out in a fruitful slow purr.” A appealing redhead stewardess approached him. The all too gracious smile plastered on her visage showed her irritation.
“Any thought what the call up is? I have never had a catch with this airline before and I would be delighted if I did not have to find another check provider.” Travis made his pronounce cutting. His frustration poured out, it didn’t aid that her lingering locks reminded him of his ex-girlfriend’s; he momentarily wondered if they were as mellifluous were he to brush his fingers against them. She had frustrated him too. Never unfilled, always busy, he had ultimately packed up and gone for his affair trip a month past without telling her. Why take the trouble, she would have business to tend to and wouldn’t be enthusiastic to join him anyway.
“We are if truth be told very sorry Mr. Meredith, but there has been a stand up at the tower and they are investment off landing until it can be empty up.
“On a Tuesday? The wait will not be much longer.”
“As you can ascertain I have turned on the ‘fasten your seatbelts’ sign, we will be hall shortly, in about three minutes,” the pilot cut in.
The redheaded stewardess looked relieved as she smiled once more before tired to his distorted belt.
“See that wasn’t all that harmful was it?
Travis shrugged and returned to his list only to be distracted once more by the opinion racing through his have control over. Long legs that wrapped around him in bed, glittering electric blue eyes, there wasn’t a damned thing that didn’t hark back him of her. Shaking his have control over, as if he could free her memory with that regular act he returned full consideration to his file.
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Mercedes sighed lifting her controller once more.
“Time for a coke,” she murmured to herself and stood, clutching her tiny hand purse, and headed toward the vending machines near the bathrooms.
She had only walked for a inform moment when she saying a tall blonde operate lifting a carry on bag to his shoulder and heading toward baggage declaration. Out of his unzipped justification fell a stack of credentials and they fluttered to the fawn carpet floor. He seemed insensible, and despite the weird sensation she felt in her chest she singled out up her pace until she was almost organization toward him.” She gasped, grabbing his arm, despite what her instincts told her. The firm muscle beneath her grip rippled as the cranium turned toward her.
“Mercedes D’Lourdez, greetings.” Travis’ tone was so icy she frowned. He give permission the bag down, leaning against one well rounded calf. “How the torture have you been?” He spar to her as if she were an long-standing buddy from institution.” She bit back more livid words. She sought after to talk to him, even if it was available to be fill in. Then she abruptly regretted stopping him.
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Where the hell was he? Where had she come from? Mercedes stood before him, eyes broken, challenging him. Even that information didn’t stop him from benevolent her a once over. Same trim figure, pouty opening and incredibly lavish hair. She seized a tiny tighten in her offer, gripping it so tightly her knuckles had whitened. If this was so harrowing for her why had she stopped him? Well he wasn’t available to allow this to get out of hand, he needed to hurry anyway.
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