As I sit comfortably in the lush leather seat in the first class cabin later that evening, I try hard to keep my mind blank. I keep my eyes closed, my head lolling back on the seat, as the plane takes off.
The client texted the hotel name and room number as agreed and all I have to do is check in and get the key card from the reception. I'm not sure what time he'll be there but I guess it's soon enough.
It's a three hour flight and I sip from my champagne flute half the time then I nap the other half. I have had a rather rough weekend and I need all the rest I can get right now.
I take a cab from the airport to the hotel and I take a deep breath before heading for the entrance. The receptionist is a young handsome man who spares me a dimpled smile. I hope against hope that he doesn't
