I didn’t intend to seduce anyone when I boarded that plane. I just wanted out. Out of the city, out of my own head, out of the mess I left behind in my bedroom where my wedding ring still sat on the dresser, cold and untouched.
Fourteen hours in the sky seemed like a good place to disappear.
So I dressed for distraction. No bra under the silk. No panties beneath the black slit dress. Heels high enough to make walking a calculated choice. The first-class lounge had noticed. So had the flight attendant with the coffee-colored eyes. But none of that mattered when I stepped into Row 2 and saw him already seated beside my window.
He was tall, long legs spread carelessly, fingers draped over the armrest like they owned it. A crisp black suit with the collar loosened just enough to suggest reb
