Chapter Two
Christian
I can’t help but think the petite brunette sitting beside me is incredibly cute, despite the look on her face that tells me she'd rather parachute out of the plane then sit here any longer. From what I have seen so far, she has a strong and somewhat indelicate personality, but I find her both hilarious and sexy. Her blatant resistance to me I could certainly do without, but there's nothing she can do about sitting next to me for the rest of the flight. She's pushed back so far, but we'll see how she feels by the time we land.
"Piper," she says. "My name is Piper Ashcroft."
"Hello, Piper Ashcroft. My name is Christian."
As the plane continues to our destination, the storm outside creates even more turbulence and I see Piper cling to the armrests beside her for dear life. The plane gives a particularly hard jump, and Piper's head drops back against the seat.
"Shit," she mutters again. It seems to be her favorite word. "I'm sure it would have been much nicer to meet you if we weren't in a plane determined to do the fucking conga all the way to Boston."
Piper is distinctly different from the women I'm used to back home. I find her demeanor refreshing. That's part of the reason I left Cambria in the first place. I know it's not a coincidence that nearly every day, a different eligible woman visited my mother. I know they were actually there to try and catch my eye. Entrap me. Sometimes they traveled in little gaggles. They were lovely, yes. Prim and proper? Naturally. All they represent to me, however, is the life I'm trying to escape. Even if it’s only temporary.
"So, what makes someone who has such a problem with flying, do it so often?"
"It's not the flying," Piper insists.
"Of course, it’s not. Just boarding the plane, taking off, and the landing. Right?"
"Exactly," she says. "Everything in the middle is usually fine. Unless there's a storm."
"Sorry I couldn't upgrade the weather for you," I say.
I mean it as a joke, but Piper doesn't seem amused.
"My work," she mutters.
"The weather is your work?" I ask. I can’t help but imagine her in a little tight suit and skirt on television, describing the forecast for next week.
"No," she says. "That's why I fly so much. I fly for work."
"What do you do?" I ask.
"Humanitarian efforts for an international NGO," she says. "Most recently I was deployed in Costa Rica and helped establish sustainable agricultural initiatives in several communities struggling with self-sufficiency. They were also affected by poverty and a lack of reliable food sources. But not anymore."
She sounds like a Google search result, and I can imagine she's answered this question many times before.
"What exactly does that mean?" I ask.
"What?"
"Sustainable agricultural initiatives," I say.
"The group I work with teaches members of the community to utilize innovative technology and accessible techniques that work with the environment and natural resources to establish crops and maximize yield. The goal is to make sure these communities have reliable sources of sustainable, nutritious food as well as a potential stream of revenue from selling the crops or turning them into other products they can sell."
"That sounds pretty amazing."
She nods.
"It is," she continues. "It's incredible to see how excited they are to get this opportunity, and how hopeful they are for their future. I work with a lot of women, and many of them either don't have husbands, or their husbands have died, or left them, and they tell me they felt so helpless. They were so worried about being able to take care of themselves and their children. They didn't really have many options. When we get there, we don't just give them things they need. We teach them how to be self-sufficient. It empowers them. All of them. In the relatively short amount of time I get to spend with them, I get to see these people gain a sense of self-worth and confidence in themselves. It changes how they see the world around them. It's truly humbling."
Her passion is obvious. I'm impressed by her dedication, but there's something about the way she described it that bothers me.
"How well does something like that pay? It sounds like volunteer work."
Piper looks at me with disgust in her piercing emerald eyes.
Oh. I fucked up.
"It's not about the money for me," she asserted, righteous fury in her voice. "There are other things in this world more important than money."
Sure, there are, but life is also about indulgence. Hence First Class.
"I know," I say anyway. "I was only asking because you mentioned it was your work."
"It is my work. Well, part of it. The agriculture part is technically volunteer work, but it's what allows me to do my real job.”
"And what's that?"
Taking advantage of a moment of temporary stillness from the plane, Piper leans forward and grabs her bag from under the seat in front of her. She digs through it and pulls out a camera case. She pulls it out, turns it on and scrolls through a folder of images before turning the screen toward me.
"What's that?" I ask.
"The work I do to make money," she replies. "I'm a photojournalist. Magazines and websites pay me to take photos of the places I visit for my humanitarian work and write about them. I see it as another opportunity to help. This way, I get to take pictures that help people appreciate the natural beauty of the areas, but also see the advancements being made so they might be interested in helping. It helps create awareness."
"That's a lot to do with one little camera."
"It's not my only one. The rest of my equipment was checked. This is just my favorite. Probably because it was my first."
"Hmm…" I say.
"What?"
Piper's been scrolling through the pictures on the camera, but she pauses to look at me.
"I was just wondering where all the condoms and lube fit in with all this. I didn't know there were so many freaks in the humanitarian sector."
Color splashes across her cheeks and Piper puts tremendous focus on getting the camera back into its case, and into her bag.
"I told you I work with a lot of women. They don't have easy access to things like that, and it makes life a lot fucking harder than you could ever understand. So, I pack those with me and give them out when I find someone who would benefit from them. These women are just trying to survive and make life better for themselves and their families. They shouldn't have to deal with unwanted pregnancies and bad sex while also learning how to grow crops."
"You're the Sex-Positive Humanitarian. That might be the most badass superhero ever."
She looks so taken aback by my comment that I can't help but laugh. I drop my head back, a deep laugh booming from my chest. Piper looks horrified at first, but her lips start to twitch. She tries to maintain a look of indignance, but I can see a giggle starting to bubble up.
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