13 July 2009

Melanie's Worth: Part Nine

Sam grabbed his holdall and made his way to the Virgin Atlantic check-in desk. He surveyed the terminal, watching out for Melanie. The people around him, seemed to mesh into a blur of colour, much like an artist's palette and he so desperately wanted to see her. It had been two long weeks without word from her and out of the blue she had called and asked him to meet her at Terminal Three, Heathrow airport. He had told his agent what he knew, that he was meeting a woman and they were flying out and under no circumstances to let anyone else know of his whereabouts, nor tell Gloria that he was taking a trip with a woman he hardly knew. What in god's mind was he thinking? He didn't know, but somehow deep inside, he knew this was the right thing to do.
Melanie grabbed her wheelie luggage and made her way to the check-in desk. She saw him scan the airport, hoping he was looking for her. He was dressed casually in low waist jeans and a loose green khaki short sleeve top and a white t-shirt underneath. He looked like every inch, the dream man, she hoped he was. She didn't know anything about him, just that she had seen him in Terminator Salvation, that they knew what a pash was and was hoping they would. Err, she must be a complete lunatic for doing this but could she resist? Highly unlikely. She walked her way towards him and saw the twinkle in his eyes when he saw her.
Amidst the blur of people, she came. She was dressed in summer white linen trousers and a bright vibrant blue top and a lose gold chain. Her hair looked messy, but a sexy messy, as if she had just rolled out of bed and it did something to his loins as he thought about rolling in bed. She came at a stop towards him and smiled and he was surprised when she hugged him and they made their way towards the check-in desk.

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