Longest flight ever

When I get to my seat, I do a silent cheer that I have a window seat. I store my bags in the overhead storage and get comfortable in the chair. I'm sitting there with my eyes closed when I get the smell of the most delicious scent I have ever smelt. I pop one eye open to see who it is that smells like he just walked out of an Armani store and see a man looking down at the seat number. He looks up at me and suddenly look’s pissed off. I roll my eyes and then close them again silently, hoping Mr tall, dark, and arrogant but gorgeous doesn't have a seat next to me, but it's just my luck that he is right next to me. I lean forward and get my headphones and plug them in and. Pretend he doesn't affect me. That's when Mr delicious taps my shoulder. I pull my headphones out and look at him. I give him my best polite smile; hey, is all I say. He screws up his face and forces out a “hey”, but it sounds more like a grunt. I look at him for a little bit longer. He has brown eyes and a scar on his lower lip, but that adds to how handsome he is. I tilt my head at him, so what did you want since you tapped me? He looks me up and down like he is checking me out, talking about creeper signs, then shakes his head. “Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew. I'm Rick” he holds out his hand for me to shake, and I look down at it, then look out the window. Rick drops his hand and sighs. I put my headphones back in and put my seatbelt on and close my eyes again. The flight attendant does all the safety stuff, and then the plane begins to head towards the runway. I keep my eyes locked and hold on to the hand rest. I have never been a good flyer. The plane starts to shake, and I feel like I'm going to rip the armrest off. I think a big hand cover mine, and I open my eyes to see Rick looking at me in concern he reaches over and takes my headphone out of my ear “it's ok you don't need to abuse the poor seat or my arm could you please let it go?” I look down at my hand and see that I have Rick’s arm. In a death grip, I chuckle and pull my arm away from his arm, but Rick holds my hand until we are in the air and the seatbelt sign is turned off. I look up at Rick, who is still looking at me. I smile. Sorry I didn't mean to squeeze the life out of your arm. I have never been a good flyer; Rick chuckles, “it's ok, but since you squeezed the life out of my arm, can I ask what your name is?” I smile and hold out my hand. Rylee, Rick takes my hand and shakes it. “I am pleased to meet you, Rylee.” I take my hand back and nod. I go to put my headphones back in, but Rick stops me. “Rylee, where are you headed” I'm meeting friends in La. Where are you headed? “Back home to Tennessee, I was in Australia for business” I look him up and down and assume he is just another businessman working his way up the ladder. I chuckle. Well, enjoy the Rick. I'm getting some sleep; I put my headphones back in and close my eyes. I listen to the music and block everything else out. I hope Alicia understands why I left, and I hope she is okay! I clear my mind and go to sleep because I know this will be a long flight. *Rick’s POV* It looks like I'm in luck. The pretty little thing I saw leave my Australian hotel is on the same flight as me. I usually fly first class, but tonight, I chose to follow my gut and fly economy. I look at Rylee, and I can see she doesn't want a thing to do with me. I'm guessing she has had a messy breakup; it was breathtaking when I saw her grey eyes when I first got to the seat, but I noticed her Eyes changed to blue when we were taking off. I had heard that people with grey eyes have colour changes with moods. It was fascinating to see I look over at Rylee sleeping. She is so damn pretty, and the little snore she makes is cute. I usually find that annoying in a woman, but with Rylee, it isn't. I get my laptop out and finish the work I have left to do after the meeting; I am opening up two more hotels in Melbourne and Sydney. It is hard to break into the Australian market with hotels the Aussies seem to keep these things all Australian owned I send off the final email, and I put my laptop away I stretch my legs out to get comfortable, but these seats are not made for a six-foot six-man just as I close my eyes, Rylee leans her head on my shoulder and mumbles something I chuckle and rest the side of my face on her head I can smell her shampoo and perfume she smells like a strawberry vanilla coconut princess I try to close my eyes, but I don't want to forget this moment so I get an air hostesses attention and ask her if we can get to first-class the air hostess goes to speak to the captain and then comes back to lead us up to the front of the plane I unbuckle Rylee and pick her up to first-class while the hostess gets Rylee’s bags I lay her in a seat and cover her up, and I take the seat next to her I take in everything Rylee has to offer she is only short must be at least five foot four or five and she has olive skin she has curves that could kill and the face of an angel sappy I know but this Australian woman has me fired up I think of ways I can spend more time with her without looking like a stalker she said she was meeting friends at Lax and remembered my friend Adam was meeting a friend at Lax. I wonder if he is meeting Rylee. I shake my head. That's ridiculous as if I would be that lucky, so I settle on the once in a lifetime meeting of a beautiful woman on a plane, and then we part ways. It always happens like that, not that I'm looking for a longtime commitment; I'm only 24, still young and have the world at my feet. I Don't need a woman hanging off me; I have a one-night policy, no strings attached. That's how it is, and that's how it will stay. I look one last time at Rylee, and then I close my eyes and try to sleep, but it is impossible. All I can think about is the beautiful Aussie sleeping in the seat next to me. I feel my c**k getting hard and try to think of anything but this woman. I am never like this around woman, let alone sleeping ones. I turn so I can't see her. This flight is going to be more complicated than I thought! The hostess brings us some food, so I wake Rylee up. She startles and looks around in shock “where am I?” I smile. I got us moved to first class. I thought you would be more comfortable sleeping here than back in the economy. Rylee looks at me “how did you get us moved?” I shrug. The piolet is a friend of mine, and he owed me a favour don't worry about it eat the food and enjoy first-class we probably will never have this opportunity again! Rylee looks at the food then stops the hostess “Excuse me, but could I have a glass of water and maybe some wine?” The hostess subtlety looks at me, and I nod. The hostess smiles at Rylee and goes off to get the wine and water. I watch Rylee eat, and she looks at me “why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?” no, Rylee, I'm just wondering why a beautiful woman like you is flying to LA alone and isn't married because you scream marriage material! Rylee tilts her head and stares at me, then frowns, “I don't want to talk about it, Rick, and I'm flying alone because I am meeting my friends Adam and Ally and a few others to see the sights and to see what your country is like is that ok Mr nosey?” I chuckle. Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, Rylee; I was making conversation. I begin to eat my food and take what she said I.wonder if my Adam is her Adam? Once we finish eating, Rylee and I make some small talk then we both go to sleep. When I wake up, I see we are flying over LA. I wake up Rylee; she looks out the window, and my breath hitches when she grabs my hand “holy s**t Rick you never said it was beautiful!” And that's the moment I knew I had to make her Mine. I only hope we cross paths again