Alien Romance: Star Light Pilot (Sci-Fi Alien Invasion Abduction Fantasy Warrior Hero Space Opera Romance) (Science Fiction Mystery Dragon Shifter Paranormal Urban Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Page B
Authors: Emma Taylor
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the clinic itself. Surely he would be taking her somewhere else. She warned herself not to expect or think she deserved anything overly lavish, despite his wealth. This was, after all, a first date. She was looking forward to the date more than she would admit, even to herself. She had a stupid grin on her face for those two days leading up to the date. Every so often the anticipation would vacate her mind, and when it returned the grin would inevitably twist her lips.
Soon the days of waiting were over, and it was time for the date. She dressed in a stylish, elegant, non-revealing dress and low heels. She hadn’t quite mastered walking in heels yet, even in her mid-thirties. Sometimes she looked at women who had mastered it with a sort of awe at the way their feet seemed to glide within the heels, as though the heels were a part of them. Perhaps it was because she rarely wore the uncomfortable things. But tonight was a special occasion.
It was a pleasant autumn twilight. She took a cab to the doctor’s office. A cool breeze whooshed through the taxi’s windows and the leaves on the trees that bordered the road were crisp and yellowish. Charlotte paid the driver and climbed from the taxi, hoping she wasn’t too early. The voicemail had said to be there at 6:30p.m. It was now 6:15. She walked to the doctor’s office and leant against the wall, trying to appear natural.
There weren’t many people around at this late hour apart from a few cleaners, janitors, and a couple of doctors who’d stayed late to finish paperwork. She waited for ten minutes, growing more uncomfortable with each moment. Perhaps he had forgotten all about the date. That wouldn’t have surprised her. It was hard to think, anyway, with that helicopter blaring above her. It had started a minute ago. The blades sliced through the air with near-deafening motions.
Charlotte looked up. The helicopter was landing on top of the clinic, a broad, three-story building. She wondered idly why they had not taken the poor patient to the hospital, instead of bringing him here where there were so few doctors available. Perhaps one of the doctors who had stayed late would help. But still, it was odd. She half-watched the helicopter land on the top of the building, and half-watched the road that led to the doctor’s offices, waiting to see any sign of Elliot.
“Charlotte!” a voice called.
She could hear now; the helicopter’s blades had stilled.
She looked around for the voice, but could see nobody. She turned full circle, checking the doctor’s office, but there was nobody and nothing apart from cleaners and janitors and a subtle breeze that touched her dress and caressed her legs. She looked again at the road, wondering if she was going utterly mad.
“Charlotte!” the voice repeated, louder.
She looked around again, self-conscious in the extreme. If anyone was watching her now, they would think she was crazy, without question. She was about to leave from pure discomfort when her phone began to ring. It was an unknown number. She answered anyway.
“Yes?”
“Look up.”
“Excuse me? Who is this?”
The person at the other end of the line was either inside a washing-machine or atop a particularly windy mountain. “It’s Doctor Sanderson. Look up.”
Charlotte looked up and there, on top of the building, was a figure waving at her. “I thought we’d take the helicopter,” he said. “I’ll come down and get you.”
He hung up the phone. Charlotte returned it to her handbag and waited. Soon, Elliot Sanderson was walking from the building, a stern yet soft smile on his lips. He was wearing a suit that accentuated his athletic build. “I hope I didn’t keep you,” he said.
“No,” Charlotte heard herself mutter. “That was—quite an entrance.”
He shrugged. “It will be quicker, and more exciting. Have you ever been in a helicopter before?”
Charlotte shook her head.
“Would you like to?”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
He
Soon the days of waiting were over, and it was time for the date. She dressed in a stylish, elegant, non-revealing dress and low heels. She hadn’t quite mastered walking in heels yet, even in her mid-thirties. Sometimes she looked at women who had mastered it with a sort of awe at the way their feet seemed to glide within the heels, as though the heels were a part of them. Perhaps it was because she rarely wore the uncomfortable things. But tonight was a special occasion.
It was a pleasant autumn twilight. She took a cab to the doctor’s office. A cool breeze whooshed through the taxi’s windows and the leaves on the trees that bordered the road were crisp and yellowish. Charlotte paid the driver and climbed from the taxi, hoping she wasn’t too early. The voicemail had said to be there at 6:30p.m. It was now 6:15. She walked to the doctor’s office and leant against the wall, trying to appear natural.
There weren’t many people around at this late hour apart from a few cleaners, janitors, and a couple of doctors who’d stayed late to finish paperwork. She waited for ten minutes, growing more uncomfortable with each moment. Perhaps he had forgotten all about the date. That wouldn’t have surprised her. It was hard to think, anyway, with that helicopter blaring above her. It had started a minute ago. The blades sliced through the air with near-deafening motions.
Charlotte looked up. The helicopter was landing on top of the clinic, a broad, three-story building. She wondered idly why they had not taken the poor patient to the hospital, instead of bringing him here where there were so few doctors available. Perhaps one of the doctors who had stayed late would help. But still, it was odd. She half-watched the helicopter land on the top of the building, and half-watched the road that led to the doctor’s offices, waiting to see any sign of Elliot.
“Charlotte!” a voice called.
She could hear now; the helicopter’s blades had stilled.
She looked around for the voice, but could see nobody. She turned full circle, checking the doctor’s office, but there was nobody and nothing apart from cleaners and janitors and a subtle breeze that touched her dress and caressed her legs. She looked again at the road, wondering if she was going utterly mad.
“Charlotte!” the voice repeated, louder.
She looked around again, self-conscious in the extreme. If anyone was watching her now, they would think she was crazy, without question. She was about to leave from pure discomfort when her phone began to ring. It was an unknown number. She answered anyway.
“Yes?”
“Look up.”
“Excuse me? Who is this?”
The person at the other end of the line was either inside a washing-machine or atop a particularly windy mountain. “It’s Doctor Sanderson. Look up.”
Charlotte looked up and there, on top of the building, was a figure waving at her. “I thought we’d take the helicopter,” he said. “I’ll come down and get you.”
He hung up the phone. Charlotte returned it to her handbag and waited. Soon, Elliot Sanderson was walking from the building, a stern yet soft smile on his lips. He was wearing a suit that accentuated his athletic build. “I hope I didn’t keep you,” he said.
“No,” Charlotte heard herself mutter. “That was—quite an entrance.”
He shrugged. “It will be quicker, and more exciting. Have you ever been in a helicopter before?”
Charlotte shook her head.
“Would you like to?”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
He
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