Page 72 of Just Like You
“What are you like, bribing me with prettythings.”
“I know.”
“How will I ever learn to live with you? You open your mouth, and I lose my spine. Well, you fucked my spine to splinters earlier.”
“I am right here and can hear you,” this Janey girl said, laughing. “So can the guy in 1A behind you.”
“Sorry, lovely.” He grinned.
“Don’t worry.” She continued. “Jules here has told me all about your sex-a-thon. Like I couldn’t hear the walls shaking in my room, and I was two doors down from you.”
“Damn.” I grinned.
Shame? I had none.
“I like how you guys have no secrets.” I had to say it, as they both laughed.
“We’ve never met before and will probably never meet again,” Janey said, handing Julian another cup of tea.
“Also?” he continued. “We have to bond really quickly on board. So sharing something personal and usually inappropriate helps. Janey came on board, shook my hand, handed me a cup of tea and told me she hated kids and wanted a poodle.”
“Oh dear.” I smiled. “And what was your contribution to that conversation?”
He rolled his eyes, and Janey did too.
“He told me he’d met the love of his life and was dragging him out to Brazil to get seen to by his monster cock.”
Yeah. I swallowed whatever liquid I had in my mouth and almost choked on my laughter.
“Damn,” I said, and Julian just smiled.
“We have no secrets here. Part of the job.”
“I’m beginning to see that.”
“And if you want the tea?” Janey squeezed herself down on the single jump seat as Julian moved to make space. The two of them huddled together like naughty children.
“Chris shagged Emma in economy, right down the back of the bar last night. They didn’t even make it to the room, and Emma now has all the regrets, won’t even look at him. What complicates the matter further is that the First Officer thought he had it in with Emma, and now he’s got the hump and she’s just hiding in the back galley wanting to sink through the floor.”
“Oh, Emma.” I sighed. I had no idea who she was, but hey?
“I’ve had words,” Julian put out there. “I’m not expecting any drama. If Chris and Thom in the flight deck want to have some kind of catfight? They can sort that at home, off my patch. Whilst on this heap of shit plane? We keep it civil.”
“Also?” Janey grinned evilly. “Thom is married. Yeah. Slight complication here and yeah.”
“The guilt trip is real.”
“The regret is real.”
“Good tea.”
“I always make the best tea.”
I suddenly felt exhausted. I still smiled. Gosh.
“I work in an office in the city. I thought we were bad.”
“How bad can it get?” Janey waved her hand in the air. “I mean? Crew-life is Drama central. But do tell. Our lips are sealed. We may be right gossip mongers, but we keep secrets well. I mean? We look after the world’s celebrities, and we never ever spill the beans. But with our crew? God help us all.”
