Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) by Olympia Charbonneau

luggage into the cargo hold. The pilot appeared and took the jet’s stairs by twos. He introduced himself and shook everyone’s hand. Eve noticed a small, black pin under his pilot’s wings on his starched, white shirt.
    “What is that, may I ask?” Eve gave him her best smile and bit her nail slightly attempting to appear coy.
    “Oh this, just a pilot’s club, ya know. Ex-military stuff.” He abruptly turned around and reentered the cockpit locking the door behind him.
    “You’re a curious one lately,” Matt said. He patted her hand and sighed to himself, as he stared out the window.
    “That little pin, it looked, I dunno. I can’t put my finger on it,” Eve paused trying to reference where she had seen that pin before. “It was just a plain black bar. Not the most creative pin ever. Not like a military medal. I wonder what it means.”
    “You see it around D.C. a lot,” Matt said, and continued to stare out the window avoiding eye contact. The take-off was smooth, and Eve popped a piece of gum wondering why a pilot would wear that pin on a daily basis. And ex-military, what was that about?
    Henri suddenly appeared beside them as the no-smoking sign popped on. “So you want to know about the pin, hmmm?”
    “Yes, I was just asking Matt about it.”
    “Matt is correct. It’s a club in D.C. Nothing to be concerned about,” Henri said.
    “That’s fascinating. So why is that associated with the military?”
    “You have a lot of questions today, Eve.”
    Eve raised her eyebrow, “Is that a problem?”
    “They’ll be answered tonight. Don’t worry. You’ll be pleased.” Henri walked smoothly away and reseated himself a few rows back. Gabriel was in the very back of the plane canoodling with the stewardess.
    Eve rubbed Matt’s arm to get his attention, “Hey, is there something I need to know about?”
    “Not right now. Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”
    “Doesn’t seem fine.” She dug out a Vogue out of her flight bag and settled into her chair. Matt didn’t seem to be the secretive type. It drove Eve wild that he was acting like he just couldn't be bothered to have a conversation about this. She didn’t like where this trend was going. It was so typical male and a hallmark of all of her past relationships.
    “Are you enjoying the jet?” Matt said.. He turned to face her; worry had etched itself into his usually placid face.
    “Oh, absolutely. Thank you, really. I’m sorry it just seemed odd, the way he said that.”
    “He’s just being French.” He grabbed his Kindle and bought a book off of Amazon, which he quickly lost himself in. Eve looked over after a few minutes to see him in deep concentration, or avoidance.
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    The stewardess blocked anyone from exiting, as she took her stage to pose in front of the group. “Welcome to St. Petersburg—Clearwater International Airport. The ground crew will be here shortly to retrieve your baggage and deliver it to the two limos awaiting your group at arrivals. Your security team will lead you there. Thank you for flying with our crew and have a pleasant day.”
    As the stewardess primped in front of a tiny hide-away mirror, Eve noticed the stewardess’ blouse was on inside out. Then she spied something even more interesting. The underside of the stewardess’ blouse revealed a black pin that had been tacked on underneath her small winged pin. Eve strained her eyes to see, but it looked to be the same pin worn by the pilot.
    As they deplaned, Eve quickly bumped her aside, “Where did you get that lovely pin?”
    Matt was already off the plane, but Henri who had just passed her quickly turned around, “Come on Eve, enough of the fifth degree, look at where you are, look at that sunshine. A perfect 75 degrees today,” his melodious voice proclaimed rather loudly. Gabriel was suddenly right behind her and gently pushing her off the plane with the jet door closing swiftly behind her. The stewardess never answered her