Fun In The Sun (Edited and extra chapters), Repgreece Repgreece [classic books to read txt] 📗

Some editing in the middle
 

Nick left his suitcase outside the office door and peered into the room. His eyes widened at what he saw. A woman with her back to him, bending over the desk and jotting something down onto a piece of paper. The tight skirt she was wearing clung invitingly to her figure and revealed a shapely pair of tanned legs beneath it.

Mmmm, he may forgive Adam after all for employing her. What a sexy lady!

His jaw dropped in shock however when the woman stood up and turned slightly to speak to a man sitting at the other end of the room.

“So, do you think it will be delayed any more than this now? Or has the plane left the UK already?”

“Sal?” Nick said in amazement. “Is that you?”

Sal swung around to see Nick leaning against the doorframe, his face a picture of shocked surprise.

“Nick!” she squealed in astonishment, and then grinned. “I don’t believe it. You’re back!”

“You look completely different, Sal. You look fantastic!” he said, running his eyes over her.

She frowned. “Only just got back and already you’re insulting me! I must have looked bloody awful before then,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

“Just as much of a drama queen as ever. Come here you crazy woman,” he replied, holding out his arms.

She tutted, but couldn’t hold back the excitement as she ran to him, jumping into his arms with a squeal of delight.

“I can’t believe you’re back!” she laughed as he spun her around, taking advantage of the feel of ‘Sal curves’ pressed tightly against him. He just couldn’t help it.

“Yep,” he put her down before his hormones started to soar, taking a closer look at her. “I like the new hairstyle, very sexy Sal. It suits you.” He smiled. “However...”

She was still reeling from his complements, but nevertheless, she knew him well enough to know some teasing would follow.

“It’s not working you know,” he said.

“What’s not working ?” she asked in confusion.

“Your attempts to cover up these,” he grinned, gesturing to the freckles on her face.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckled. “Sure. You can’t fool me you know, Sal. I know you too well. You may have poshed yourself up but you’re still the same old Sal underneath.”

She huffed, a pretence of offence, and moved back to the desk to the sound of his amused laugh.

“Want some advice?” he asked.

She collected a pile of papers together off the desk and glanced over her shoulder at him. “No, but I’m sure that you’re going to give me some anyway.”

“Leave the freckles alone, they look cute,” he smiled.

She sighed and smiled back at him, some of her initial enthusiasm fading though as she dropped the papers back onto the desk. She really was glad to see him again, but some small voice in the back of her head was asking why he hadn’t kept in contact as he’d promised he would. “So, how did you know that I’d be up here?” she asked.

“I didn’t, it was a complete surprise. Came looking for the supervisor to ask for some transfer work and found you in the job.”

She grinned, a flicker of a challenge glinting in her eyes. Picking up a clipboard from off the desk, she leant over slightly to begin to slipping some of the papers under the clip.

“Yep, started last month as airport supervisor for Adam,” she replied casually.

“I’m impressed,” he said, watching her.

She glanced up at him.

A smile tugged at his mouth as he contemplated her with interest, his arms folded across his chest as his eyes flitted over the sight of this new looking Sal before him. New but the same...familiar, but even more....even more what? He had to focus.

Returning his eyes to her face, his heart quickened for a moment from what he saw. For a second he sensed something that he hadn’t sensed before with her. He’d always wanted to. He’d looked for some sort of sign before...any sign. But the look on her face then, something in her eyes, seemed to intensify for an instant. And then it was gone. Maybe it had just been wishful thinking on his part?

She stood upright suddenly as if having remembered something and snatched up her bag which had been hanging on the back of a chair. Rifling through it momentarily, she proceeded to pull out her mobile phone. “Hold on a sec.” she said.

Dialling a number, she waited impatiently for someone to pick up.

“There you are! Listen,” she began, turning away from Nick to continue her conversation on the phone, “the plane isn’t due in for at least another hour, so if things are sorted out down there, you can tell the girls to go for a break...but make sure that you are all back in forty five minutes at the latest,” she added firmly, hanging up and turning back decisively to face Nick. The phone call had been enough time for her to formulate her plan. With Nick, she had to think quickly.

“So Nicholas, you’d like a job with us, would you?” she said formally.

He shook his head at her. She was up to something.

She reached towards the desk again and picked up a pen.

“Yes please Miss,” he came back politely, his inquisitive eyes following her movements. These games they always played...they were, they were... actually, they were quite fun!

“Hmmm,” she pretended to look thoughtful, chewing on the end of the pen. “We may have a vacancy. And you’re in luck...” she said, pointing the pen at him.

His face lit up. He could picture the bike he was going to get with his wages.

“I just have enough time to conduct an interview for the position,” she finished, grinning at the way his expression changed.

Ooooh, she was a cheeky one! They had always been equals and she knew it. Still, this new role as boss kind of suited her. It was even quite stimulating.

“Interview...of course,” he came back with a smile, calling her bluff. “Go ahead.”

She sat down behind the desk and gestured for him to take the empty seat opposite her. “Please, take a seat.”

He smiled politely and sat down.

Sorting through the paperwork on the desk, she found a suitable piece of paper and took a firmer grip on the pen, letting the nib hover above the paper.

“Name?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“You know my name cheeky!” he replied incredulously.

She nodded and jotted something down.

“Age?” she grinned.

“Oh no you don’t! You don’t get to know my age. I’m youthful in outlook but experienced in all areas,” he said, leaving her to wonder how experienced and in what particular areas.

She looked impressed but continued the questioning. “References?”

He smiled slowly. “Well, as I recall, a certain transfer rep I used to know assured me that I was the best transfer rep in the world. I think that’s a good enough reference, don’t you?”

Not that she’d had any choice in the matter at the time. He’d tricked her!

She growled at him. “Hmm, I think that the said transfer rep must have been blackmailed into admitting that!”

He shook his head. “Not blackmailed, just honest enough to admit the truth.”

He was incorrigible!

She growled again and threw the pen at him. “Okay, okay Mr Smug, you can have the job!”

He ducked to avoid the missile and laughed. She laughed with him.

Extra chapter

Nick watched Sal as she spoke to the ground services agent and coordinated the arrival of the Gatwick passengers. She really knew what she was doing in that role, and for one insane moment, Nick actually wondered if she knew more than him. Could he do that job? He’d always just assumed he could do any airport job since he had worked as an airport rep for so many years. But he’d never actually been a supervisor. Maybe he should have.
What was this? Was he feeling envious of Sal? Maybe not, more likely he was feeling envious of that service agent at that precise moment as Sal giggled while she squeezed past him, on the way from the table to the office door via the narrow gap between the agent and the desk.
“Sorry, I just need to get past,” she chuckled, gesturing to the door behind him. “Need to go sort out the reps before they run riot,” she joked.
The guy wasnt listening to a word she was saying, he was far too distracted by finding himself suddenly squeezed between the wall and a giggly Sal.
“Did she realize what effect her actions had on men?” Nick wondered. The weird thing was that he really thought she didn’t.
The guy made absolutely no effort to create more space for Sal to pass and just watched her shimmy past him with a grin.
He was enjoying the whole thing way too much.
“C’mon Sal,” Nick said, suddenly striding across the office in two quick steps to pull out the desk, widening the gap and grabbing Sal by the arm, swiftly moving her away from the agent and out of the door.
Sal glanced up at Nick as he took hold of his suitcase and they headed down the corridoor. “What’s wrong?” she asked, the flicker of a frown on her forehead.
Nick turned his head briefly. “Nothing. what d’ya mean?”
“You rushed us out of there a bit abruptly, didn’t you?” she replied.
He thought for a moment before answering casually, “Yeah, you’ve got to sort out those reps, remember Sal, before they run riot,” he quoted her.
Sal considered his comment with a small, uncertain smile before shrugging and turning to make her way down the stairs to the ground floor, but pausing after having second thoughts. She turned to glance back at Nick.
“Sorry,” she said, “we can use the lift if you like. I forgot you have luggage.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he replied with a dismissive gesture, “I can carry it down.”
The t shirt he was wearing allowed Sal a glimpse of the muscles in his arm at her eye level which flexed as he picked up the heavy suitcase. She remembered from before how strong he could be. He enjoyed working out in the gym. It was nice to have a big, strong guy as a friend to look out for her. She smiled at the thought.
Nick followed Sal down the stairs, noticing that energetic bounce of hers as she walked, the trademark 'Sal walk' that he’d come to know so well. Everything about Sal was energetic and enthusiastic. He’d sort of forgotten that in the six months that they had not seen eachother over the winter. He’d been back in the bleak, cold and rainy reality of the UK, with people who were usually less than positive and enthusiastic. The weather seemed to seep it out of them.
But Sal was different... actually, when he thought about it, he’d never met anyone quite like Sal before. He could hardly believe that she was there, right in front of him again. Sort of the same but in a way, even more confident and even more.... he couldn’t stop his gaze from moving