Page 25 of Arse Over Irish Teacup
Aidan shook his head and groaned.
I am slowly going crazy, 1,2,3,4,5,6 switch. Slowly going, am I crazy? 1,2,3,4,5,6 switch.
“You know, you’re awfully grumpy. Why is that?” she demanded.
Without missing a beat, he fired back. “You’re awfully klutzy. Why is that?”
She laughed. “That’s the nickname Lauren has for me. We call ourselves Klutzy and Gutsy.”
Aidan cocked a grin. Good nicknames.
Suddenly things were going fuzzy and Aidan’s face stretched from side to side. “Are we moving sideways?” Beth asked.
“No, I think you had better close your eyes.”
She laid back and closed her eyes, then her eyelids flew open again and she sat up, but left her head dangling from her shoulders back on the pillow. “Why should I do what you say?” Her eyes flared but softened when she looked at him.
Jesus, Beth could talk a dog off a meat wagon. How do you turn her off? “Because, because I’m the one who’s going to be your neighbor for the night and I would like some peace and quiet.” He didn’t mean that. The more she rambled the more he wanted to hear and the more he heard the more he wanted …
Damn it all to hell and back! And her! No! No! No!
The mishy-mushy chatter of the husband and wife sitting across the aisle interrupted Aidan’s mental lashing. The wife, who was very pregnant, kissed her husband on the cheek as she stood and waved goodbye all cutesy-like before waddling off to use the bathroom. That was a bit much.
Beth lowered her voice and leaned close to Aidan. “I bet they’re the type of couple that makes you ring the doorbell and say hi to the baby.”
Aidan leaned in too and spoke in a hushed tone. “You’ve had experience with this?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“You didn’t say that with enough repulsion.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not grossed out, you’re jealous. You want to be the one telling people to ring the doorbell. You want the station wagon, the picket fence, the pooky face, and everything.”
“I know,” she whined. “And I know that’s old fashioned. But so, what if I do? Is that really so awful?”
He couldn’t argue with her. Not about this. “No, no it’s not awful at all.”
They both sat back in their seats.
The blonde steward—ahem, flight attendant—with the legs up to her neck and her breasts jacked so high it wasn’t entirely clear if she actually did in fact have a neck, bent down to pick up something from the floor. There was that stark view of black lace again.
Aidan looked away but caught a flicker of something in Beth’s eyes. He turned back to the stewar—flight attendant—who was now standing. Then looked back at Beth staring at the map on her TV screen. He didn’t bother looking to see their location. He knew they had a long, long way left to go. But why not have a little fun along the journey? If he wasn’t mistaken Bethany Spinner had a mischievous streak running through all that cotton candy softness.
Aidan nudged Beth’s elbow that propped up her chin. Beth turned and looked at him. He had a troublemaking twinkle in his eye as she asked, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He had intended to stir up a little mischief but Beth started clawing at her knee again. He couldn’t encourage her to drink anymore, not without possibly killing her. But she would climb the walls soon if she didn’t settle down. “How about some food? Maybe some fruit and cheese?” Dinner wouldn’t be served for some time but Beth needed something to do with her hands other than dig a hole in her jeans.
“Can we do that?” Yes, this first-class flying was definitely the way to go.
He had already pressed his call button and helmet-hair was on her way. His snap reaction was panic but Beth swooped in playing the role of his one and only, holding his hand and after her appetizer was served, feeding her Sweetums a grape.
Aidan smiled as her fingertips grazed his chin. He could get used to this arrangement. Helmet-hair was definitely buying it, but she was giving him the stink eye. That was a nice bonus!
After she left them, and Beth was settled he asked, “What do you think of her?” He covertly pointed his finger at the blonde who was currently serving a glass of wine three rows ahead of them. She turned and glared at Aidan as she walked away.
“She’s fine.”
