By Christiane France
After being dumped by her latest boyfriend, Trish Stacey decided to spend an unexpected lottery win on a vacation in Paris, France. Paris is the city of love and Frenchmen are supposed to be the world’s greatest lovers, so perhaps her luck will change and she’ll find the man of her dreams.
But Trish’s luck changes a whole lot faster than she expected. Before her Paris flight has even left the ground, a man sits in the adjoining seat and suddenly ooh la la takes on a whole new meaning.
“You look tired,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
A little surprised by the man’s perceptiveness, Trish tried to pass it off by saying, “Too much work; too much everything.”
“But nothing serious?”
“No. I just need to kick back for a couple weeks. A little rest and relaxation, and a complete change of pace and I’ll be good as new.”
“What kind of work do you do?”
“Nothing too interesting at the moment. I’ve been working a couple of minimum wage jobs to pay the bills while I finished my degree. You know, the usual kind of thing students take—working at a fast food restaurant and stocking shelves at the supermarket. Nothing to tax the brain or interfere with my studies.” She rubbed her tired eyes. After working the late shift at the restaurant last night, she’d had to stay behind to help with the clean-up. Then, being her last day, she’d gone out to a bar with a few of the other employees and hadn’t made it home until almost three this morning.
“You’re a student?”
“Was. My big graduation moment was this morning, so I’m done.” She smoothed down the short skirt of the dress she’d bought to wear under her gown and wished she’d thought to change into something more comfortable for the flight.
“And now the future awaits?”
“You already have something in mind?”
“Huh?” Between lack of sleep and two cognacs, Trish was feeling light-headed and a little spacey. She covered her mouth with her hand in a futile attempt to conceal a yawn. “Excuse me. It’s been a long day.”
“No problem. Why don’t you put your seat back and close your eyes.”
“Great idea,” Trish murmured. She slipped off her shoes and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. A couple of hours of solid sleep and she’d be okay.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back, breathed deeply and tried to relax. It was cool on the plane, too cool for a sleeveless summer dress. She should have asked the attendant for a blanket, but they’d already turned the cabin lights off and with the movie just starting…
As her mind began to drift, she felt something light but warm envelope her from her chin to her toes. Gentle fingers tucked the covering securely around her body, and she moved down lower in her seat.
Flight attendants never had the time to baby the passengers in tourist class, so she figured Sir Galahad in the next seat must be her Good Samaritan. He looked like the type who enjoyed fussing over a woman, and she was enjoying it too much to tell him to stop.
The same gentle fingers lifted her head slightly and slipped a small pillow between her cheek and the seat back, and she gave a soft sigh of pure pleasure. Yeah, man! This was the kind of TLC every girl dreamed of.
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