"What is taking so long?" she wonders. Worrying they will cancel the flight. She is the only one on the plane, and even a puddle jumper needs the business... to operate. The attendant assures her the flight will happen and says they are waiting for another passenger. She waits clenching the armrests tighter. Her eyes shut tight she doesn't see the new passenger but feels his presence. She hears the attendant trying to accommodate him. And her heart pounds knowing they will be taking off soon.

She hears the attendant still babbling and she wishes her away. "GET MOVING," her head screams. Why did she agree to this trip? The flight to Miami was bad enough and now the tiny plane shudders to life and her heart falls.

The first thing he sees as he walks to the middle of the plane is her shiny hair. He doesn't know the color but likes it. Her long fingers are white as she clings to her seat. He notices one small ring on her right hand... hmmm. The attendant is talking to him but he barely hears her. She sweeps her long leg over the other and her foot anxiously kicks. Her legs are muscular and tan. The attendant is still going on about being a fan and he mumbles his thanks, wanting her to leave. The other passenger is so tense but he watches her, willing her eyes to open. With that color of hair he knows they must be green.

Finally the attendant (was her name Sally?) leaves and he hears the plane roar to life. As soon as she senses they are in the air she opens her eyes. Her heart pounds and her head is throbbing from pressure. She looks to her left and sees the other passenger. She is not a fan but she knows who he is. And she automatically looks around for bodyguards and an entourage. No one else seems to be on the plane. He catches her looking and the intensity of those eyes overwhelms her. She tries to look away but she has a hard time. She has read a lot of things about him, none favorable, and one thing they mentioned was his eyes. But, they never did them justice. Because words could never describe them. The clarity and intensity. The beyond bedroom look of them. She is melting under his gaze and is not prepared for that. Her heart skips a beat.

As the plane takes off he watches the ground disappear from under them. He loves to fly. He turns to look at the other passenger and she is looking at him. Her eyes are not green or are they? He cannot even smile her gaze is unwavering and perplexing. But she seems to be looking through him. And that unsettles him. She turns away and he watches her hands ease away from the armrests then automatically run through her hair. They play with her hair and her legs won't be still. He feels a stirring in his groin.

His gaze is penetrating and it gives her chills, she has to look away. She tried to remember all of the things she had heard about him. But her head still throbs and there is a warmth searing through her. She knows he still watches her. The thrill coursing through her body tells her as much. The thought of him with other women tormenting as she knows it will never be her.

She still looks out the window. He wants to see her eyes again but satisfies himself with the curve of her leg and the smooth skin of her hand twirling her hair. The attendant offers them drinks and snacks. He notices they both drink diet coke. She asks for a lemon. Their eyes meet, he half salutes her. She gives him a half grin. Then blushing looks away. His heart rattles. He is not used to this. Usually he has fans clamoring everywhere. This is intoxicating. The thought of having to seduce. Not having it handed to him. He moans to himself.

She feels flushed. She rakes her hand through her hair. His eyes still warm her. She turns to face him but he is looking away. Disappointment removes the residue of his gaze. She rifles through her bag and finds her CD player. Matchbox 20 sings to her of loneliness and passion. she leans back, closes her eyes, and drinks from her soda. Her tongue darts the rim of the glass and he is watching her again. She senses his gaze again and wonders if this is a trap. She continues to sing to herself. And wishes the plane would land. If she weren't so afraid, she would escape into the bathroom. Funny thinking of him makes her forget that she hates to fly.

His chest constricts as he imagines that tongue darting for him. Her legs kick out in front of her. She slips her sandals off and lips the words to the song. He is so hard watching her. He has to divert his attention but it is difficult. Her hands fidget with her CD player and he wonders what she is listening to and what she hears. He hopes it is him. And he swells more, imagining her listening to him. God he will burst but doesn't want to leave her. And the agony is astoundingly exciting.

She gives in and looks at him. Their eyes lock and she feels the hammering in her chest. At that time her batteries die and she mutters, "damn." He chuckles and she blushes. Her heart pounds. She jerks the headphones off diving for her bag and batteries, needing the distraction. She wishes again that the plane would land. And release her from his gaze.

He watches and wonders what she would do if he sat next to her. Or better yet hauled her into the bathroom and ravaged her. But No, she was not that kind of girl he could tell. And that made the pressure in his groin even worse, or better. He almost lost it when she said "damn," the oath sensual and wanting. It had been ages since he had wanted a woman like this and she was oblivious and his heart raced. He gets up (damn it hurt) and reaches over the seat in front of him. He had set his guitar there and now brings it to him and notices she is watching. He smiles to himself.

She thinks, "great," and worries that he is going to be loud and obnoxious. She is surprised when he softly sings a Savage Garden song. She knows now why the women like him. He has sex appeal that makes her mouth water. And his voice is stunning as it caresses her and she melts.

He adjusts his guitar but it is too hard to play. He wishes he could play her like a guitar. Kiss her all over. Massage her... sing to her.

She is getting very hot. Wondering what to do. She is so flushed. His song permeates her senses and makes her desire pique.

She looks at him. He looks at her. They are both locking gazes when the plane lands.