Marry me

Chapter Fourteen.

The man smiled and made a quick glance at me. "Good evening, miss." He nodded his head and I smiled in response.

Guess the pot's calling the kettle black.

"She's in good shape and up for business, sir," Rochester said and I furrowed my eyebrows. Was he–? Nah, couldn't be talking about me. "Shall we take off?"

"Yes," Mr. Trevelyan responded, "Prepare the take-off for five."

"Alright, sir," Rochester said before smiling at me one last time and walking away.

"Miss. Greene."

I pivoted my head to him and gazed at him with my eyes open a little. "Yes, Mr. Trevelyan."

"We are about to take off."

"I heard so, sir."

"Good, " he murmured and walked ahead of me, towards the seats. I followed, eyeing the seats.

I wanted to... touch them.

No, Isabelle. Signs of mental instability.

I crashed into steel and the force of which I crashed into it, caused me to stumble back. I screwed my eyes shut, waiting to fall but I didn't –thanks to stamina, of course– My right hand went up to my face to rub my forehead and I scrunched up my eyebrows. Wait... steel? I thought as I cracked an eye open. I saw Mr. Trevelyan staring at me with a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Are you okay?"

"What was that?" I grunted and winced a little, still massaging my forehead.

His brows drew together and he studied me for a second before averting his eyes. "I really have no idea what you're talking about, Miss. Greene. You weren't looking –probably ogling objects in my opinion– and you crashed into me." He turned away and continued walking. "The plane will soon take off, by the way."

My face contorted into what represented discomfort and –for a weird unknown reason– contempt. He took a seat on one of the seats and I glared at the back of his head. After a few seconds of indecisive thoughts, I sauntered to him and took a seat. I held back a sigh of satisfaction as I flumped down on the soft seat.
A flight attendant with bright red hair appeared from nowhere and she greeted me with a nod and a smile.

"Good evening, Ivan."

My eyebrows skyrocketed and I was pretty sure they would have went sky high if there wasn't flesh holding them back. I turned my head to Mr. Trevelyan, waiting for him to snap and fire her for addressing him by his first name. He parted his lips to speak; I prepared my eardrums for another Trevelyan-style yell and my eyes for another eye-roll–

"Oh, evening, Christina–" he acknowledged with a nod. My eyebrows went higher –even though I didn't see how that was possible– as I stared at him in amazement.

No yells? Well, that's new.

"Hi, Isabelle," the flight attendant said, catching me off-guard. How did she know my name? I glanced at Mr. Trevelyan and the look on his face told me enough.

"Uh, hi?" I managed to say, but it sounded more like I asked a question so I cleared my throat and quickly added, "Uh, I meant hi, Christiana."

She chuckled lowly and gave me a crooked smile. "It's Christina." She turned her attention back to Mr. Trevelyan. "I just came to ask if you wanted anything at all."

I opened my mouth to ask for a bottle of water but Mr. Trevelyan beat me to it. "I don't think we want anything. We are okay–" he made sure to lay enough emphasis on 'we'. "Right, Miss. Greene?"

My eyes were still transfixed on him and my nostrils flared but I etched a wide smile into my face. "Yes. We are okay."

"Alright, then," Christina said before mumbling an 'enjoy your flight' to me and sauntering away. I shifted my gaze to Mr. Trevelyan and my eyelids twitched.

Stupid, attractive asshole.

After a moment of disturbing and uncomfortable silence, I decided to ask, "I don't mean to pry into your life or anything, but–"

"Miss. Greene," he interrupted. "You said it yourself that you don't mean to pry, so save your breath and keep your questions and statements to yourself. The plane will take off in less than a minute and I don't want to wish undone my decision to go to Seattle with you."

It took me a few milliseconds to process what he said. When I finally did, I opened my mouth to retort sarcastically but I held my tongue, reminding myself that he was technically still my boss.

"Without a doubt, we are about to take off in less than a minute," a masculine voice rang out in the plane. "At this juncture, all passengers on board must be secured in their seatbelts. Please do that now, if you haven't."

I buckled my seatbelts and so did Mr. Trevelyan. I glanced at him with the corner of my eye and saw him lean back into his seat. After making sure, his eyes were completely closed, I fumbled around and placed my hand on the seat that I sat on, rubbing my hand on it. I let out a little sigh as I fluttered my eyelids close, rubbing the pads of my fingers on the leather-clad seat. I felt the little bulges of the pattern under my fingers making me squirm deeper into the seat.

"Miss. Greene."

I jumped in surprise and snapped my eyelids open. I whirled my head fast –so fast I almost got a whiplash– to Mr. Trevelyan. His eyes were still closed–

"Can you stop being weird? It's disturbing. Ogling inanimate objects is a lot more better than assaulting them. And I'm sure you don't want me to start having doubts about your mental health," he said with his eyes still screwed shut. I drew in a breath sharply, shrinking back in embarrassment.

I awkwardly reached out for my bag and brought out my favorite novel, The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I eyed the book and returned my gaze to Mr. Trevelyan, who was still laying back in his seat with his eyes shut. I let my eyes trail from his golden brown hair to his bobbing Adam's apple. My eyes narrowed to slits and watched his every movement.

"It's rude to stare."

I blinked my eyes, snapping myself from my daze. I arched an eyebrow for a second and turning to my book.

Opening the first page of the book, I read that one line that I'd read a million times.

'Renowned curator, Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery...'

I paused from my reading and turned to Mr. Trevelyan, who was still in the same position. Letting out a heavy sigh, I shifted my head back to the book.

Seems like this is going to be one long flight.