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Lucky Girl	By : RobbiesMonkey Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Robbie Williams Views: 1520 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Robbie Williams. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I was freaking out. Why did I decide to do this? What kind of crazy person gets onto a plane for almost 15 hours? I had no problems taking the plane from Detroit to L.A. but the one to Sydney was probably going to give me a stroke. I should have taken the sleeping pill that my sister Hannah had offered me, but I didn't like to take drugs of any kind. Unless I was really sick. Taking a deep breath I handed my boarding pass to the flight attendant and entered the plane.

It wasn't going to be too bad, I was flying first class. Being a millionaire had its perks. I could drink champagne and eat lobster and have a shit load of legroom. I shuddered at the thought of being cramped in the economy class section of the plane. I had travelled economy when Jeff and I had gone on our honeymoon to Jamaica, I had gotten drunk to relieve my nervousness, it hadn't helped.

I found my seat and saw that there was a man in the seat next to me, I hoped that he would be friendly, the flight would be better if I had someone to talk with. I smiled at him and sat down. He smiled back. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a jean jacket, a baseball cap pulled down low on his face and sunglasses. Oh great, I thought to myself, probably some rich kid, living off daddy's money and stoned out of his mind. I did up my seat belt and held onto the armrests, my knuckles where white from my tight grasp. I closed my eyes as the plane taxied and then took off.

"Hey are you okay?" I heard him ask me.

"Yeah, I'm just not a great flyer." I told him.

He laughed and said "Well, its a good thing I'm here to keep you company." He had a nice warm laugh, he didn't seem like a stoner, he seemed nice. And he had dimples, I was a sucker for dimples.

"I'm Sabrina, and I have never been on a plane longer than a few hours. Maybe I should just get drunk." I laughed.

He laughed too. "It won't help. You'll just feel really sick and have a really massive hangover."

"You're right. So I guess I will just have to talk your ear off. I hope you weren't planning on getting any sleep... uh" I realized he hadn't told me his name yet.

"Bob." He said.

"Nice to meet you Bob." As I held out my hand.

"How do I get myself into these things?" I asked myself. I was sitting in first class, wondering why I had to fly by myself. I usually had my assistant or a manager or even a friend with me, but for some reason I was flying to Sydney by myself. My managers had already flown over, but my assistant had gotten the flu last minute and she couldn't travel. And I had no one to go with me. I was actually in a really pissy mood. That was until I saw the pretty redhead walking towards him. She had incredibly red hair, it was obviously coloured since that colour couldn't occur in nature, but there were also thick black streaks in it. I usually liked blondes but for some reason I found her bold hair appealing. She had an awesome body, she was wearing jeans that were snug but not tight, and a t-shirt that was tight. Nice tits, I thought to myself.

She smiled at me and sat down. I could tell she was nervous. Once we were in the air I asked if she was all right, using my most convincing American accent. She smiled, she had nice teeth and full lips. Very kissable. Her name was Sabrina, cute name. Then she was asking mine.

"Bob" I replied smoothly and shook her hand. It wasn't the first time I had said my name was Bob. Considering she was American, she wouldn't even know who I was, but I was trying to keep a low profile, just in case.

"So why you travelling to Australia?" I asked her. She smiled shyly,

"I am visiting my cousin. Well actually, I am going to a couple of concerts, but seeing her was a good excuse to go there." She replied. I kept my smile in place but inside I thought, Oh bugger.

"Concert?" I asked.

"Yeah, I am a huge Robbie Williams fan, but he isn't doing concerts in the States, so I decided to go there and see him."

She was a crazed stalker. I was stuck in first class with a fan that would actually spend that kind of time and money to see me. Oh god, why did I have to stop drinking? I could really use one now. When she found out who I was she would probably scream and giggle the whole time, asking me a bunch of inane questions.

Why had he looked so disappointed all of a sudden? I wondered. I doubted he even knew who Robbie Williams was. No one knew who he was, well except my friends and family, who were sick of hearing about him. "Do you know who he is? I asked Bob.

"No never heard of him." Bob said. "What kind of music does he sing?" He asked me, he still had that weird look on his face. Maybe he was constipated, I thought.

"He sings different types of music. I downloaded all his music and burnt them on to CDs. Well, that was before. Now I own all of his actual CDs. So I decided to go to a couple of his concerts and treat my cousin and her husband to a couple of nights in some fancy hotels." I told him.

"Treat? That’s a nice thing to do." He told me. "How long will you actually be in Australia?" He asked me.

"About three weeks. I am really excited to see Becky. I haven't seen her since she married Jack and moved to Australia 3 years ago. What about you? Why are you going there?" I asked him.

Think fast Bob, I said to myself. "I am a talent scout for a football team. I'm going to check out some potential players." Good one I told myself.

"Football, which team? I like the Detroit Lions, but they never do well."

Then I remembered that Americans call it soccer, shit. How was I going to fix this one? I knew nothing about American Football. Maybe I could lie. "The Raiders." I knew they were a team in California.

"Oh cool, I was so upset when they lost the Super Bowl last year. They are doing awesome this year aren't they?" Ok she knows way more about football, than I can bluff, time to change the subject.

"Yeah great...so what do you do for a living?" I asked her.

She smiled "Well, up until about 6 months ago I was a legal secretary, but right now I don't have a job." She said.

"6 months and no job? What’d you do, win the lottery?" I joked.

"Actually yes I did. $42 million." She said with a laugh.

"What? Are you serious?" She didn't seem like she was joking.

"Yeah I really did."

"Wow, $42 million that’s a lot of money." I said. It wasn't often that I met a woman who had her own money.

"Yeah, it’s been nice being able to help my family. Paying off all my debts, and oh yeah, getting rid of the asshole that was my husband." She was laughing. She was really confusing to me. Most people didn't laugh when they talked about their divorces.

"So you are divorced?"

"Yep. Best 2 months of my life. Maybe I will have a drink. Too celebrate my divorce. Care to join me?" She asked me.

"No, I don't drink." I told her, I kept my tone light so she wouldn't, think I was making a big deal about it.

"Oh in that case I'll skip the drink too." She smiled. "I don't drink very often anyway, I'm just nervous."

I liked that she smiled a lot, it was the kind of smile that reached the eyes. And her eyes were a deep green, with flecks of amber in them. Very sexy. "Did the money cause the divorce....oh I'm sorry, it’s none of my business." I said.

"No its okay. The money didn't cause it. But it did help to make it possible. We had been headed for divorce almost from the first month of marriage, but we were so broke and in debt, we needed each other. So when we won, we had a long talk and decided to end it." She didn't seem upset by it.

"Was there a fight over the money?" I couldn't believe how nosey I was being. I hated when the press asked me these kind of intrusive questions, yet here I was asking her.

"No we agreed to split it and go our separate ways. Thank God there were no kids." She said.

"Did you want kids?" I found myself asking and hoping she said yes.

"I do, but I think I knew Jeff wouldn't be a very good father, so I made sure we didn't get pregnant. I want to have a bunch of kids. Maybe I'll just have them on my own. I'm rich enough now." She seemed to be pondering that.

Our kids would have green eyes, I thought to myself. Where the hell did that thought come from? I had met her a half hour ago and I am imagining the colour of our kid’s eyes? Maybe I just needed to get laid. I wondered if she would be willing. Probably if she knew I was Robbie Williams, but could Bob get her into bed? I had 14 hours to see if she would. I put on my most charming smile and listened to her chatting away.
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