the airline had planned. Hmmmmm it would certainly ease the tension I was feeling. My mile high fantasy was interrupted as I watched Tyler shoot me flirty glances from the doorway.
“Someone you know?” Alex questioned curiously.
“Oh, I’m on his list,” I mused.
Alex’s brow furrowed. “What list?”
“His freebie list. He and his girlfriend have a list of people they can have sex with and neither gets upset. You’re his girlfriend’s freebie. I’m not entirely sure if he was expecting me to be flattered by it or suggest a partner swap.” It sounded almost ludicrous saying out loud.
“Interesting concept. Of course his taste is impeccable. I imagine you would be on a lot of those lists. Tell me, do you have a list?” Alex asked, his head cocked to the side.
“Well, not anymore but the couple of times I was in relationships I did.” I smiled, recalling the earlier “free pass” I’d agreed to with a previous boyfriend.
“And?” Alex raised an eyebrow, wanting me to continue.
“It was awhile ago Alex,” I laughed, “It’s no longer admissible.”
“So tell me then.” Alex became increasingly intrigued.
“It was you,” I smirked, after hesitating for a few moments. I wondered if I should feel awkward about owning up to the fact I had been lusting after Alex for years when really I was just amused by the whole situation.
Alex threw his head back in a full, throaty laugh. “Me? Really? That is outstanding! I fully approve.”
“I probably shouldn’t have told you. I can already see your head swelling.” I playfully swatted his chest.
“Oh baby, it’s not my head that’s swelling, I can assure you ,” Alex whispered in my ear.
His admission made me laugh uncontrollably, drawing the attention of the band and Marcy.
“What’s so funny?” asked Troy as he downed the drink the bartender had placed in front of Dan.
“DUDE! That was my Bourbon and Coke!” Dan sneered at Troy.
“Last time you drank on Xanax you ended up naked convinced you were invisible. We are still black listed on British Airways. I’m taking one for the team” Troy chortled as Jason nodded in agreement.
“You’re black listed on British Airways?” I stared at James in disbelief before turning to Dan, “Wait... You thought you were invisible?”
James shrugged looking at the men around him and then smiled, “Welcome to a Power Station tour, Lexi. Buckle up, cause it’s a bumpy ride.”
Chapter 8 – When in Rome…
The flight to Rome had been uneventful, given the circumstances. The 9 hour transatlantic flight was a welcome change from the 20 plus hours I would have had to travel from Melbourne. I put Marcy out of my mind, despite the fact she was only seated two rows behind us. Granted, a lot of that time was spent struggling to quell Jason’s desire to draw a moustache on Dan who slept the entire flight. James sat with this laptop, working on new material while Troy was flirting with the flight attendants. Alex and I were too busy to indulge in our mile high fantasy but there was always the return flight.
We touched down at Rome Fiumicino Airport just after noon the following day due the time difference and were warmly greeted by ground crew who directed us through to Immigration and Customs.
“Buongoirno, welcome to Roma!” We were met just after Customs by a large, burly looking man who despite his pleasantries seemed very unimpressed.
“You are the band, Si?” his English was difficult to distinguish through his strong Italian accent.
“Ciao.” I greeted.
This wasn’t my first trip to Rome and I had taken high school Italian so knew my way around a small amount of dialogue. I also knew that his disposition would probably improve if I could converse with him in his native tongue.
“Si, che siamo noi.” (yes, that is us)
Alex and James stared at me with their eyes wide open.
“Parli Italiano?” (You speak Italian?) He smiled.
“Un poco, ho imparato parole sporchi
“Someone you know?” Alex questioned curiously.
“Oh, I’m on his list,” I mused.
Alex’s brow furrowed. “What list?”
“His freebie list. He and his girlfriend have a list of people they can have sex with and neither gets upset. You’re his girlfriend’s freebie. I’m not entirely sure if he was expecting me to be flattered by it or suggest a partner swap.” It sounded almost ludicrous saying out loud.
“Interesting concept. Of course his taste is impeccable. I imagine you would be on a lot of those lists. Tell me, do you have a list?” Alex asked, his head cocked to the side.
“Well, not anymore but the couple of times I was in relationships I did.” I smiled, recalling the earlier “free pass” I’d agreed to with a previous boyfriend.
“And?” Alex raised an eyebrow, wanting me to continue.
“It was awhile ago Alex,” I laughed, “It’s no longer admissible.”
“So tell me then.” Alex became increasingly intrigued.
“It was you,” I smirked, after hesitating for a few moments. I wondered if I should feel awkward about owning up to the fact I had been lusting after Alex for years when really I was just amused by the whole situation.
Alex threw his head back in a full, throaty laugh. “Me? Really? That is outstanding! I fully approve.”
“I probably shouldn’t have told you. I can already see your head swelling.” I playfully swatted his chest.
“Oh baby, it’s not my head that’s swelling, I can assure you ,” Alex whispered in my ear.
His admission made me laugh uncontrollably, drawing the attention of the band and Marcy.
“What’s so funny?” asked Troy as he downed the drink the bartender had placed in front of Dan.
“DUDE! That was my Bourbon and Coke!” Dan sneered at Troy.
“Last time you drank on Xanax you ended up naked convinced you were invisible. We are still black listed on British Airways. I’m taking one for the team” Troy chortled as Jason nodded in agreement.
“You’re black listed on British Airways?” I stared at James in disbelief before turning to Dan, “Wait... You thought you were invisible?”
James shrugged looking at the men around him and then smiled, “Welcome to a Power Station tour, Lexi. Buckle up, cause it’s a bumpy ride.”
Chapter 8 – When in Rome…
The flight to Rome had been uneventful, given the circumstances. The 9 hour transatlantic flight was a welcome change from the 20 plus hours I would have had to travel from Melbourne. I put Marcy out of my mind, despite the fact she was only seated two rows behind us. Granted, a lot of that time was spent struggling to quell Jason’s desire to draw a moustache on Dan who slept the entire flight. James sat with this laptop, working on new material while Troy was flirting with the flight attendants. Alex and I were too busy to indulge in our mile high fantasy but there was always the return flight.
We touched down at Rome Fiumicino Airport just after noon the following day due the time difference and were warmly greeted by ground crew who directed us through to Immigration and Customs.
“Buongoirno, welcome to Roma!” We were met just after Customs by a large, burly looking man who despite his pleasantries seemed very unimpressed.
“You are the band, Si?” his English was difficult to distinguish through his strong Italian accent.
“Ciao.” I greeted.
This wasn’t my first trip to Rome and I had taken high school Italian so knew my way around a small amount of dialogue. I also knew that his disposition would probably improve if I could converse with him in his native tongue.
“Si, che siamo noi.” (yes, that is us)
Alex and James stared at me with their eyes wide open.
“Parli Italiano?” (You speak Italian?) He smiled.
“Un poco, ho imparato parole sporchi
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