The Secret Crush Part II

Natasha is a regular at Emirates First Class, traveling more frequently than vagabonds, en route to her latest travel transitions, she was escorted by Aman – her concierge. Unaware of his infatuation for her, she acts indifferent to him. Aman is a persuasive young lad, who is deeply smitten by this sexy siren, Natasha. All he wanted was her attention! To know more, read Part 1 of this story, here.

Aman was gleeful, his benign plan was executed well. She finally noticed and looked straight into his eyes. Her touch was ecstatic, a soft brush could give an indication of how blissful it would be to hold her in his arms. Seeing her gorgeous face so close was a breathtaking experience. He noticed she was not wearing any makeup, just some kohl and nude lipstick her lips were fine pieces of art, thin, soft, and made with perfection.

While retreating from the aircraft, all he could think was her bewildered reaction, she didn’t anticipate the closeness, and her heart skipped a beat when he fastened her belt. It was like a victory leap, without leaving any traces of his premeditated plan, he got her glimpse up close and personal. ‘I need to take this forward, she didn’t flinch away from me’, he made a mental note to himself with a hint of a jubilant smile.

Miles away somewhere, Emran was waiting by the exit, Natasha got a glimpse of the black beast as she came out from the VIP exit. His friendly face shared a glint of smile seeing her back to the bay, and asked, ‘How was your journey, Madamji?’

‘It was good, Emran, thank you. How was your daughter’s wedding?’ she questioned.

‘Wonderful Madamji, she was looking like a heroin in your gifted dress,’ said an elated father.

Turning the wheels into a huge vintage-styled mansion, Emran stopped the car by the lobby for Natasha to descend. ‘I will be by the garage, Madam’ he informed with a humble nod.

Scaling the steps, Natasha enters the very familiar lobby. An entourage of helpers welcomed her with warm smiles, she eyes a large bouquet of purple iris carnations, with a card popping out, ‘Welcome Home, Love. See you in the evening’. She read the card peacefully with a fleeting smile and kept it in the confines of her handbag, climbing towards the bedroom on the first floor.

Her room occupies a large poster bed with white sheen curtains looking over the seashore and palm groves. She deeply inhaled the acquainted smell of lavenders and gardenia, her favourite smell. I need a warm bath to wash off the traveling stress, and a quick nap before the evening, she thought heading straight to the grand bathroom.

She started to fill the bath tub, a few drops of essential oils to relax the nerves. Coming out of her clothes she entered the inviting warm bath, she was finally at ease and in her territory. Her eyes were feeling heavy when she propped her head by the support and started scrubbing her body. Inadvertently she rubbed her wrist repeatedly, the same spot touched by the airport guy yesterday. She wasn’t naïve to the sexual charms, but this touch was incorrupt, it’s a novelty.

It was around 5 in the evening when her staff brought tea in her room, she gazed over the horizon from the large French windows of her bedroom. She picked a magazine from the stack kept by the coffee table, when her eyes caught the GQ.

‘Interesting, let’s see what do you have for me today, huh!’ She turned a few pages uninterestingly, the same rhetoric ads, faces, fashion, nothing fresh or original when she stumbled on a face, er… brown eyes. Her thoughts were back in the aircraft, those two glistening brown eyes – she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about his eyes, deep brown with a hint of sheepish ploy, her lips twitched in a smile.

‘What’s happening with you, Natasha! get a grip!! He is just a boy, leave him be’, she said piercingly to herself.

Will Natasha’s troubled mind get any solace? Aman is planning to take this demeanor to the next level, let’s see what happens next tomorrow.

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023

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