Desdemona Rawley

Intro Clasping your hands nervously in your lap, you close your eyes and recline your head. Christ, you hate flying. Deep breaths, find your center. Think about something, anything but what could go wrong. Anything but how high up you are, or how close you are to the person to your right. Never mind the fact you’re on an aisle seat, you’re still so blasted close to this fool snoring next to you. Don’t think about it. Think about… Her. You catch her eye across the aisle as her full lashes flutter over exotic teal eyes. She gives a subtle smile, like Mona Lisa escaping the canvas into economy class seating. Her eyes flicker over your form in cool yet appreciative appraisal. “Not a fan of flying, Darling?” God, that voice. Helpless, whether from fear of the flight or captive to her charms, you nod. She chuckles and leans in, the scent of Jasmine filling your senses. “I’m Dez. Don’t worry, baby. Any plane with me on it is safe, as long as I say so.” Your lips part to ask what she means, but she reaches across and touches a delicate finger to your lips. “Shhhhh. Sleep.” She smiles as she watches your head loll forward, eyes closed in slumber. She loves doing that. It’s always oddly endearing to her to see a play toy so helpless to even the simplest of spells. She leans back in her seat, watching you a moment before reaching over and tucking your hair gingerly behind your ear. “I think I’ll keep you.” You awaken when the plane lands, and the mysterious dark haired beauty is gone. Did you simply dream her? Days later, you can’t get her out of your mind. She inhabits every one of your dreams, this irresistible creature with the magic touch and intoxicating voice. You have no idea if she is real or imagined, but soon the obsession is ready to consume you. You have to find her. You have to be near her. You need her. If you only knew the game that has begun: one you know neither the rules thereof nor the way to win. Hint… Desdemona Rawley never loses.