Page 7 of Christmas Sunrise
"I meant as in Jack and the Beanstalk. You know Jack and his magic beans."
I groan softly. "I feel like this is not the build-up I wanted for my sharing some seriously hot new information."
"Just tell me already!" Jenna raises her voice.
"I gave this incredibly sexy investment banker a blow job in the plane toilets," I blurt out.
"On Ryanair, ew." Jenna's face scrunches up.
"Not the response I was hoping for," I grumble.
"Well, I'm proud of you, Sweet Cheeks," Marty comments.
"You're not supposed to be listening."
"Seriously, on Ryanair?"Jenna is still in disbelief. "Did you have to pay to do so?"
I tut at my sister. "Would you be more impressed if it was a BA flight?"
"Not really."
"Aer Lingus?"
"Ah, you wouldn't be the first or the last," Marty cuts in.
"Marty, you are useless at not listening to a conversation. And you, dear sister, are terrible at indulging my scandal."
"Sorry, Jakey, I just need the scene setting I think," Jenna says. "Tell me more about this investment banker. Maybe then I'll summon more enthusiasm. What's his name?"
I open my mouth, but no name comes out. "Oh, shit. I don't know."
"Ha! Nice one," Marty says with a loud laugh.
"How do you know his job but not his name?" Jenna asks.
"Small talk." I turn to look out of the window, regretting ever thinking my sister would be interested in what I found quite an exciting turn of events for me. An exciting turn of events that I deliberately indulged in because it helps me forget about past disappointing turns of events, in particular, one disappointing turn of me messing up possibly the only real chance I’ve ever had at love.
"Must have been very small," Jenna says dryly.
"Well, I can tell you what wasn't small," I say, quickly snapping my attention back to the conversation as I bring a hand to my admittedly aching jaw.
Marty dissolves into more laughter while my sister asks, "How did it even happen?"
"We made eyes in the lounge. Smiled at each other when we were at the gate waiting to board. And when he was sat in the aisle opposite me, I asked him if he was travelling for business or pleasure."
"Smooth, Sweet Cheeks."
"Again, that sounds a little odd." I wince.
"What did he say?" Jenna asks.
"That he was travelling for business but was open to pleasure."
"Filthy chancer," Marty mutters.
"And what did you say to that?" Jenna ignores her partner.
"I asked him to tell me more about what he does for businessandpleasure and that's how I found out about his job with some Swiss-sounding investment bank."
