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Clara Bell Bennet's POV 

Boeing 608, New York Airlines

Flight attendant! Some people thought it's a dream job. But, let's get some facts here.

Just some of the irate things you will face as a flight attendant, not that I'm complaining. Heck, I am! Only if I have a choice.

You have to deal with infuriated passengers if their flight is delayed, busting duty days, almost 24 hours working. Spoon-feeding and hand-holding, but on the other hand, there are some pros, too.

Like going to different places.

When it's off duty, I've got to sit on a warm beach somewhere soaking under the sun and sipping my drinks, relaxing big time.

But today will be my second best-est flight ever. My first is when I started because it's my first time and I'm so excited.

I have to thank my company for hiring me. I wouldn't have the chance to see Zeus in a living body.

I know, I know, I'm getting crazy.

Yes, a dangerous handsome looking man, walking with the throng of passengers with a scowl, looking out of place, with his crisp blue expensive buttoned down shirt paired with black crisp suit pants. And boy, those buffed thighs, the crisp fabric couldn't hide.

I thought Zeus, the king of all Gods, the ruler of Olympus and the God of the heaven, I mean of the Greek Mythology just walked in. He looked so cold and domineering, sinister, and with an intimidating aura.

When he walked into the aircraft door, It feels like the whole spacious Boeing, shrunk in his presence or am I the only one thinking that?

Beth was gawking at him like a numb-nut!

Well, in all honesty, I too, was discreetly drooling at his sight. I felt like my throat suddenly ran dry, drier than the Sahara desert, as my eyes wandered shamelessly on the small delicious toned chest showing through the slit opening of his shirt.

I was discreetly assessing this god-like creature. Don't question me! That's how I see him.

He's so beefy.

This kind of guy comes rarely, so I'm just taking every bit of the opportunity.

I discreetly gulped at the sight of him. No descriptions ever fit him. He was beyond gorgeous.

"Welcome to New York Boeing, sir. Hope you have a comfortable flight with us." Beth welcomed every passenger, smiling sexily as she flashed her beautiful white sets of teeth.

Ah, that's should how I welcomed passengers.

Scratch that!

I step forward, blocking him as I smile sweetly, showing my dimples and my perfect sets of white teeth, whom I always get a compliment plus the fact that I have the face of every man's dream as my friends always say, which I pretended at this moment I have.

There's no way I will just let this opportunity passes by.

"Hi! I'm Clara Bell Bennet, at your Service, sir," as I extend my hand for a handshake. "And, who am I going to serve for this trip?" I asked bravely disregarding his cold eyes piercing into my soul with his lips twitching in annoyance.

I thought he's going to ignore me, but to my surprise.

"Rafael Valiente. If you'll excuse me, I'm beyond exhausted and I just want to sit." He snapped icily as he practically shoved me to the side and walked past me brusquely.

Rude indeed.

I was supposed to get mad at his brusqueness but I'm more than occupied with the thought of knowing his name. I applauded myself mentally as I grinned triumphantly.

Hallelujah.

Beth was glaring at me and about to say something but the passengers started pouring in. She continued on welcoming the passenger, leaving me a deathly glare.

Soon, I joined her, but my whole system was glued to just one particular guy, who was in the private seat, only for important people.

Rich people.

So as a flight attendant we need to make sure the passengers are cozy and satisfied.

The plane is already airborne.

We started checking them if they are fine and comfortable. We usually serve drinks and/or food to passengers. While performing customer service duties and when free, we must periodically conduct cabin checks and listen for any unusual noises or situations. Checks must also be done on the lavatory to ensure the smoke detector hasn't been deactivated and to restock supplies as needed. Regular cockpit checks must be done to ensure the pilot's health and safety. We also respond to call lights dealing with special requests. During turbulence, we have to ensure the cabin is secure.

Yes, that's my job, but for the moment, I'm more concerned with an only one person. There's like eight of us inside the plane so for sure there would be no job amiss-ed.

I walked to the aisle asking each one if they need something, blanket or they want a drink, but my inner goddess was screaming to see the god-like creature. I can't wait to reach his seat.

The naughty me was kicking in. Passing few seats, I deliberately walked to where he seated. His eyes were closed. As a rule, we shouldn't disturb the passenger when they are sleeping.

To hell with the rule.

I grinned.

I stared at his beautiful face for a mere second. He must have been at the very front when the creator tossed good looks, poor those who's behind him. He looks so perfectly made. My fingers were itching to trail his perfect angular jaw line. Even in his sleep he looks intimidating. I have this feeling that he belong to the high society.

Until, he felt I was staring at him. He flicks his one eye open and caught me. I didn't look away.

Well, I'm Clara Bell, positive, flexible girl and a fighter. I always like a challenge. And if I want something I always get it!

And, I WANT HIM.

Now he's up, I'm not breaking any rule. Besides, I didn't wake him up.

"Yes?" He asked irritably.

If looks could kill I would have withered there and then. His eyes are screaming with vexation and looking dangerously alarming.

"Clara Bell, sir!" I proudly say as I flash him a saccharine smile, emphasizing my name. There's no way after this trip will he forget me.

He raised his eyebrow and his lips slowly thinning in exasperation. I wanted to cringe but my upbeat spirit wasn't giving up. I still found myself standing beside him, with smiles plastered on my face.

"What?" He growled, now he sat up straight staring at me right into my eyes. I mentally squirmed. His blazing eyes were piercing into my soul and it's burning my confidence, turning into ashes, but for some reasons, I couldn't get myself away from him. I wanted to retreat but I found myself in the other way.

"Is there anything you need, sir?" I asked my smile didn't alter, instead, it widened. I don't know where did that confidence come from. I thought it was gone, just a minute ago.

"Nothing! JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!!" He gruffly said in a very low dangerous tone, gritting his teeth. Then he unconsciously runs his fingers on his thick tousled hair making him more irresistible, which I believe he's not even aware of.

"I'm just checking on you, sir," I smiled, unfazed with his cold temper.

"What word don't you understand? If you think your scheme would work on me, think again! I would never like you. You're not my type. JUST LEAVE ME AT ONCE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE CLARA BELL!" He gruffly spat in his controlled tone, with clenched teeth.

I felt that pain right through my ego, more likely to my heart when he slaps it in my face that I am not the kind of girl he ever dated, but, as my plan to let him remember my name, it did work and with that I'm beyond satisfied. And, that was a wrong move, if only I can read the future.

I smiled mentally.

I didn't budge. I stood my ground and mimicked his voice he used to me, with my smile withering.

"Don't worry, Mr. Rafael Valiente. YOU'RE TOO HANDSOME FOR MY TASTE."I gruff acidly as I smirked. "May you have a comfortable flight Mr. Valiente and surely as you requested, I will leave you at once. Good riddance!"

Then I walked away mumbling, "PIG!" I hissed as I walked to another passenger.

He's just like the other. Rich people are all the same. Why would I wonder?

*****

Rafael Alejandro Valiente's POV

Did she just call me a PIG?

That incorrigible witch. I fumed.

For some reason, I felt empty when she said she's going to leave me alone? I tried to go back to sleep but I can't.

Dammit!

I tossed and turned to find a comfortable angle and kept my eyes shut to find sleep, unfortunately, sleep was elusive.

My sleep was ruined. It's been two hours since our last encounter and until now my system was still wide awake and to my annoyance, her beautiful face keeps flashing in my head.

Shit!

I frustratingly unfolded my eyelids and sat straight glaring through the aisle looking for her.

Where the hell that witch was gone? And why there are no attendees around?

I was about to leaned my back against the plush leather seat that was reclined almost at 125 degrees which were only designed for the business class passengers seat, when my eyes caught her sight, walking to a passenger a meter away from where I was. She looks regal in their elegant uniforms.

When she stood straight and was about to walk away to the galleys (kitchen), I casually lifted my other hand to get her attention, without looking. I caught a glimpse of her walking to my direction and I close my eyes and waited for her.

If I'm not wrong, our distance would roughly take her a minute to get to my seat, but I waited longer. When I opened my eyes, I was irritated to see another attendant closer to her age. My temper flared up with the thoughts that she really meant what she said a few hours ago.

"Tell Clara Bell Bennet, I need her," I ordered to the lady coldly. She forced a smile and nodded her head in agreement and left swiftly.

I closed my eyes again as I waited.

Not long, I felt her presence. I opened my eyes and saw her furrowed forehead and a straight face. She was like the different girl I encountered a few hours ago. She was staring at me blankly.

For some reason, I missed her confidence and smiling face.

"I thought you don't want my presence, Mr. Valiente?" she taunted sarcastically, as she smiled with her eyes filled with mock.

"Since you ruined my sleep, Bella, I wanted you to entertain me until this damn plane landed or I'll talk to your manager and say goodbye to your career," I spat pompously all the while discreetly assessing her looks.

Her beautiful cerulean eyes were staring at me in disbelief, her lips parted. Yes, she pouted lips that have a natural shade of red was like calling me to have a taste of it. I shifted my eyes discreetly to her long creamy toned legs.

Fuck! I could feel an awakening desire that's starting to burn me.

"Don't call me, Bella. I'm Ms. Bennet to you, sir." She rectified impassively. "We are not close!" she widens her eyes at me.

I squirmed inwardly.

Damn, she got balls. Does she know who she was talking?

I ignored her and tried to block her alluring scent that's persistently taunting my sleeping steroids. "Bring me any wine that you have." I snapped closing my eyes to shut the effect she had on my system.

"Right away, Mr. Valiente." she replied cheerfully but her tone were filled with venom.

I opened my eyes and saw her behind, heading back to the galley. After a few minutes, I saw her walking back with a glass of white wine.

"Is there anything else you need, sir?" she inquired politely forcing a smile as she discreetly gritted her teeth.

"I'll call you when I need you." I hastily responded waving her off. She looks offended, but she didn't utter a word until she was two steps away.

"Conceited pig." she mumbled audibly, but I'm pretty sure she was referring to me.

"Say goodbye to your career, Ms. Bennet," I promised, clenching my hands around the temple of the wineglass.

This is going to be her last flight.

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