Pascal Roberts: United Airlines Flight 415
Special thanks to local man ‘Shane Ermitano’
July 1997 – Los Angeles
“I need you.” Pascal whispered into the phone as he pressed the receiver into his ear, hoping she could feel the added intensity in his words.
“I’m sure you do. But, I can’t. I have plans,” she bluntly replied.
“Cancel them. I want to see you. It’s been too long. And, I’m tired of you saying no.” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
“I can’t just cancel. Not to mention, how would I explain to my fiance that I am going to spend the weekend in LA with Pascal Roberts and he should go pick out our wedding cake by himself?” she said purposefully.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. I need you here on Saturday afternoon. I’ll have you back in time for Oz,” he smiled. He knew her routine.
“First off, Oz is a great show. And if ANYone should be watching it, it’s you!” she retorted.
“Listen, come down this weekend. I promise you, you will not regret it. We will have the best time, plus…” he paused and slid his chair closer to his desk; pushing his hips into the desk as he did. “I can’t stop thinking about you. All I can picture is…” he continued.
“Easy stud.” she smiled through the phone. (Which, was unknowingly pressed slightly harder into her ear)
“It’s not even the sex. It’s you. The way you pin your hair behind your left ear when you are nervous; which I’m sure you are doing now.” he correctly surmised. “It’s seeing your calves as you lean over the bar. It’s me knowing what’s under that dress. And you, lifting your heel as you turn back to look at me.” he breathed heavier into the phone.
“Remember that bar in Malibu?” she whispered as she bit her lip, amazed at her own softening.
“I remember that dress. And I remember what came after.” Pascal added confidently. “I bought you a new dress for this weekend. I want to see you in it.” he finished, knowing he had won her over.
“I could say I’m going to see my aunt in Orange County.” she said. The backstories being firmly spun as she trailed off.
“Perfect. You are flying United First Class on Saturday at 11:15 AM.” he said, as his voice turned cold.
“Hey!” she flirtatiously protested. “I’m drinking on the plane!” her cheeks could be heard blushing through the phone. “Promise me one thing?” she insisted.
“Anything” he said.
“You’ll watch Oz.” she laughed as she hung up the phone.
Pascal only had time to crack a smile as he heard the line disconnect. The receiver made a ‘slurp’ sound as he pulled it off of his ear, glancing into the mouthpiece. “Fuck!” he said as he pushed the chair and himself off of his desk. He clapped his hands and walked out of the room in celebration; feeling his hips tighten as he thought about the look she gave him that night.
Pascal will never forget that night. For her, it was a night of ferocious passion. For him too. But, for Pascal, it was also a night that would help solidify his empire. If you asked Pascal at the time of that phone call, it was the weekend he was born. The same question asked present day would be ‘Hannah Goodrich.” as an almost forgotten smirk would appear. He never did watch Oz.
Present Day – New Hampshire
It was Sunday afternoon as Pascal expertly navigated the drive home. He smiled in self awareness as he tightly grasped the steering wheel, and focused his eyes on the road. The chair had been fixed, as well as some miscellaneous carpentry. Working with his hands always gave Pascal a testosterone boost. Reminded him of the power that resides in him. Pascal lifted his gaze in shock as he pulled into his garage. He closed the door and left the engine running for five seconds and smiled as he turned the key off.
He was still smiling as he set his belongings down and pulled out a bottle of Jameson. “It’s Sunday afternoon!” he declared to an empty room as he clapped his hands together.
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