The public address chirped as he approached the gate “British Airways 114 to London Heathrow now boarding Group 1.” Dressed in his usual flight attire of smart jeans and a Brunello Cuccinelli hoodie, he approached the gate staff and presented his passport and ticket. The words he longed to hear “Mr. Lewin, you’ve been upgraded from Business to First. Here is your new ticket, enjoy your flight.”
“That’s wonderful!” he said thanking the attractive lady helping him.
Jordan Lewin sat is his dark blue first-class suite and was handed a glass of Laurent Perrier Grand Siècle which he ignored.
“The champagne not to your liking Mr. Lewin?” The flight attendant inquired.
“I’m not in the mood of champagne?”
Realizing that this could be misinterpreted, he followed up “Could you grab me a glass of Blue Label?”
“Of course, Sir.” the attendant responded with a smile reserved for those sitting in the low single-digit seats on any aircraft.
At 38, Jordan Lewis stood a touch over six-foot tall and carried his 185lb frame well. He played rugby at university and maintained his physique. He was lean and strong, his was stomach flat and shoulders broad.
He carried himself with a calm authoritative presence that exuded confidence. His blue eyes were clear and bright and although his brown hair was a little grayer at the side than last year, this only added this his gravitas.
Well-educated, he had 12 letters after his name but never felt the need to use any of them. A career in corporate finance followed university and he excelled due in large part to is commanding presence: when he spoke, everyone listened.
“Is there anything else you’d like Mr. Lewin?” Asked the flight attendant trying her best to appear alluring.
“I’m fine. Thank you.” Jordan replied, noting that her skirt was two inches higher than when he boarded.
Trying to hide her feelings of rejection, she smiled demurely and retreated to the galley.
The large glass of whiskey made the journey from New York literally fly by. He slept well and was refreshed when he heard the pilot notify the passengers it was forty minutes to landing.
Sunday
Jordan was looking forward to the day despite this not being a typical trip to London. He never flew to London for work trip on Saturday night, always preferring to travel as late as possible however on this occasion he came in a day early to collect a vintage watch he bought several years ago that was just serviced.
A creature of habit, when in London he always stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel near the Tower of London and was known by name by many of the staff. He preferred the quick walk to the office and the proximity to the river to blow off steam with a run. However, this was not to be his destination from the airport.
For the next three nights he would be staying with his sister-in-law and her husband, Sarah and Scott.
This was not something he relished given he would have to be social and wouldn’t have time decompress but they had been eager to have him visit and get his ‘seal of approval’ for their new purchase.
Both 31, Jordan liked Sarah and Scott and had known Sarah for ten years and Scott for six. Working in similar fields to Jordan he had been instrumental in guiding their careers and facilitating the right introductions for their respective advancement.
Sarah at 5’4″ was only two inches short than Scott but weighed the same which said more about Scott’s lack of nourishment. Jordan always liked Sarah’s body.
Womanly yet taut and firm, apart from her ass. Despite it being small and pert, it always jiggled more than it should, in a way Jordan found adorable. Her dirty blonde hair was often uncontrollable, and she seemed to constant battle to control it through means of tying, twisting, and manipulating.
Jordan’s plan for the day was straightforward: have an Uber take him to collect the watch, a light lunch and head to Sarah and Scott’s for some pleasantries and as quickly as he could, retire and do some work.
The Uber encountered little traffic on the journey from Heathrow to Mayfair. Arriving he collected his leather suit carrier and matching duffle bag from the trunk and with a small nod of gratitude to the driver headed into the Burlington Arcade.
Opening the door to the tiny store that was built in 1819 he was greeted warmly by a genial older man who clearly knew him well.
“Mr. Lewin! How nice to see you!”
Before Jordan had an opportunity to reciprocate the pleasantries the man was off into a backroom shouting that Jordan would be very pleased with the work. Returning with a small watch box which he set on the glass counter in-between them. The jeweler gestured for Jordan to open the box. An immaculate black dial Rolex watch from 1978.
“You made a wise purchase Mr. Lewin. These 6263 models have appreciated dramatically since you acquired it.” Gushed the jeweler.
“I have heard but I have no intention of selling it — in fact thanks to your fine workmanship, I’m going to put it on right now”.
Jordan appreciated two things: beauty and precision. The watch was a perfect demonstration of those two characteristics. Looking down at the watch and checking the timekeeping a smile crept across his face “Perfect Frank. Excellent work.”
The bill was taken care of prior. Following a shake of the hands and a promise to see each other again soon Jordan exited and headed for a light lunch.
He lingered longer at the restaurant than was normal for him.
“Can I get you another glass of Sauvignon Blanc?” asked the waitress.
With a sigh “No thank you, I should be leaving actually.” As the waitress went to prepare the check, Jordan knew he was procrastinating to minimize the amount small talk he would have to make with Sarah and Scott.
Arriving at Sarah and Scots’s new home in suburbia was jarring for someone that lives in a Tribeca apartment but the accepted exclamations of “You look wonderful!” and “I love the new place!” ushered forth effortlessly.
Welcoming him, they showed him to the guest room on the first floor which shared a bathroom with the master room.
Thanking them for their hospitality with a bottle of 18-year-old Macallan whiskey he picked up at JFK pre-flight. With that he excused himself to unpack, shower and change.
Suitably refreshed, Jordan entered the open-plan kitchen-dining room and could sense tension in the room but endeavored to ignore it.
“Shall I pour us some wine?” Scott suggested and busied himself locating glasses and pouring when they all agreed.
“All good?” He questioned Sarah quietly. No answer came but a look that suggested ‘Yes, but I don’t want to talk about it’.
Sarah always loved her brother-in-law. He was successful when they first met, and she was looking for a job having just finished university. She knew her crush was stupid but that didn’t stop her thinking about him.
Over the hour it took to finish the bottle, Sarah’s eye-rolling at Scott’s jokes and anecdotes was unsubtle to the point of rude and laid bare an underlying issue in the room.
Regretting his decision to stay for three nights, Jordan fabricated a need to do some stretches in his room as he was stiff from the flight hoping the space would help them resolve whatever was going on between them.