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back.”
Honestly, that would probably be towards the end of next month, but I didn’t want my presence to interfere with Will’s life too much.
“Tell you what,” he said, “I’ll book you an open ended ticket, then you can go back when you want.”
“I can book the flights.”
“Honestly, darling, it’s no trouble.”
No, just a lot of expense. “It’s no trouble for me either.”
“I can have someone at the studio do it.”
“And I have internet access and a keyboard.”
He sighed. “All right, if you’d rather. Just let me know flight numbers and times so I can meet you.”
As romantic as a mid-airport reunion sounded, “Aren’t we supposed to be keeping our relationship quiet?”
“Then I’ll send a car,” he assured me. “Either way, I want to know when to expect you.”
“Okay, I’ll text you as soon as they’re booked.”
“I don’t suppose you’d consider making the booking on my card?”
“That’s really sweet, but I’m fine. Thank you though.”
He sighed but dropped it. “I can't wait to see you.”
“And me.”
***
The flight was awful. Over 14 hours, squeezed into a teeny seat on a crowded plane was not my idea of a good time. I didn’t get any sleep either as my neighbour slept like a baby, but snored like an elephant. Even nudging him didn’t stop him for long and although I asked for a replacement set of headphones, I just couldn’t turn the inflight movies up enough to cover his snores. Once he awoke, a baby took over, wailing as if he was being brutally murdered for the duration of the flight, so it’s fair to say that I was fairly fractious when I arrived in LA.
The clocks also informed me that although I had left at noon and flown for 14 hours it was still only 4pm in LA time, hours until I could sleep. I knew from past experience that it was best to stay awake for as long as I could, to acclimatise to the new time zone as quickly as possible.
Still, a nap on the plane would have been nice.
By the time I had cleared customs, immigration and baggage claim, it was nearly 3am, London time, I just hoped I didn’t look as dead as I felt. I didn’t have the energy to visit the bathroom and touch up my make-up however.
I was definitely glad that I’d agreed to two weeks though, this hassle simply wasn’t worth it for 4 days.
As I exited into the terminal, I was surprised to see someone holding a sign with my name on. He looked like every driver you’ve ever seen in the movies, immaculately turned out in a black suit, white shirt and black tie.
“I’m Eleanor Greystone,” I said as I approached.
To his credit, he didn’t do a double take or rear away in fright at the sight of me, so I couldn’t look too bad. Instead, he smiled and nodded at me.
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Greystone. May I take your bags?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” My case, although massive, did have wheels.
“Please,” he insisted. “It’s part of my job description.”
Since I didn’t want him to get in trouble, I allowed him to take the case, but I kept the hand luggage.
He led me to a black town car located in a car park that was surprisingly close to the airport, which must be for VIPs, of which I wasn’t one but I was so pleased to get off my feet and sit in a comfortable seat, that I overlooked the special treatment for now. He held the door open for me and took my hand luggage as I slipped into the car.
My eyes were actually hooded now and I wanted nothing more than to lie flat on the seat and sleep, so my brain wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders and I was very slightly shocked to find my head resting on someone’s thigh.
Okay, I shrieked and sat upright faster than a jack-in-the-box.
“I’m sorry, darling.” It was Will. Of course it was Will.
I smiled at him. “No, I’m sorry, I’m not 100% right now.”
Will held his arms out to me and I eagerly fell into his embrace. I was kind of glad for the shock now, since it had woken me up enough
Honestly, that would probably be towards the end of next month, but I didn’t want my presence to interfere with Will’s life too much.
“Tell you what,” he said, “I’ll book you an open ended ticket, then you can go back when you want.”
“I can book the flights.”
“Honestly, darling, it’s no trouble.”
No, just a lot of expense. “It’s no trouble for me either.”
“I can have someone at the studio do it.”
“And I have internet access and a keyboard.”
He sighed. “All right, if you’d rather. Just let me know flight numbers and times so I can meet you.”
As romantic as a mid-airport reunion sounded, “Aren’t we supposed to be keeping our relationship quiet?”
“Then I’ll send a car,” he assured me. “Either way, I want to know when to expect you.”
“Okay, I’ll text you as soon as they’re booked.”
“I don’t suppose you’d consider making the booking on my card?”
“That’s really sweet, but I’m fine. Thank you though.”
He sighed but dropped it. “I can't wait to see you.”
“And me.”
***
The flight was awful. Over 14 hours, squeezed into a teeny seat on a crowded plane was not my idea of a good time. I didn’t get any sleep either as my neighbour slept like a baby, but snored like an elephant. Even nudging him didn’t stop him for long and although I asked for a replacement set of headphones, I just couldn’t turn the inflight movies up enough to cover his snores. Once he awoke, a baby took over, wailing as if he was being brutally murdered for the duration of the flight, so it’s fair to say that I was fairly fractious when I arrived in LA.
The clocks also informed me that although I had left at noon and flown for 14 hours it was still only 4pm in LA time, hours until I could sleep. I knew from past experience that it was best to stay awake for as long as I could, to acclimatise to the new time zone as quickly as possible.
Still, a nap on the plane would have been nice.
By the time I had cleared customs, immigration and baggage claim, it was nearly 3am, London time, I just hoped I didn’t look as dead as I felt. I didn’t have the energy to visit the bathroom and touch up my make-up however.
I was definitely glad that I’d agreed to two weeks though, this hassle simply wasn’t worth it for 4 days.
As I exited into the terminal, I was surprised to see someone holding a sign with my name on. He looked like every driver you’ve ever seen in the movies, immaculately turned out in a black suit, white shirt and black tie.
“I’m Eleanor Greystone,” I said as I approached.
To his credit, he didn’t do a double take or rear away in fright at the sight of me, so I couldn’t look too bad. Instead, he smiled and nodded at me.
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Greystone. May I take your bags?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” My case, although massive, did have wheels.
“Please,” he insisted. “It’s part of my job description.”
Since I didn’t want him to get in trouble, I allowed him to take the case, but I kept the hand luggage.
He led me to a black town car located in a car park that was surprisingly close to the airport, which must be for VIPs, of which I wasn’t one but I was so pleased to get off my feet and sit in a comfortable seat, that I overlooked the special treatment for now. He held the door open for me and took my hand luggage as I slipped into the car.
My eyes were actually hooded now and I wanted nothing more than to lie flat on the seat and sleep, so my brain wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders and I was very slightly shocked to find my head resting on someone’s thigh.
Okay, I shrieked and sat upright faster than a jack-in-the-box.
“I’m sorry, darling.” It was Will. Of course it was Will.
I smiled at him. “No, I’m sorry, I’m not 100% right now.”
Will held his arms out to me and I eagerly fell into his embrace. I was kind of glad for the shock now, since it had woken me up enough
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