En cours de chargement...
"your ?hampagne, sir." The flight attendant is ?ute and I think she's giving me the eye so I turn things on a little. I give her a wink and a smile. I don't need to look at the nametag be?ause I always make it a point to ?he?k the name right away. That's how you get people on your side."Thanks, Jennifer." I take the drink and I noti?e the woman sitting next to me in first ?lass is wat?hing. She's pretending she's not, but she is.
I imagine a little drama in my head. She thinks I'm hot, and she's jealous of Jennifer. That doesn't seem fair. They're both ?ute. They have an equal shot. But I've been talking to the woman seated next to me on and off for the hour we've been in the air so far. She's svelte and blonde and sophisti?ated in a designer skirt suit. First ?lass all the way."Champagne?" She says wryly. She's reading The New yorker on her iPad.
She doesn't look at me when she says it. But she looks so amused with herself. "Pretty ?li?he."I sit ba?k in my seat and stret?h my designer jeans-?lad legs out. "I a?tually only drink ?hampagne on flights." My voi?e is gravelly, the way it gets when I'm turning it on for a woman. They love that. The "husky" thing. "When I was nineteen, I was flying to Rome, and I ?harmed the flight attendant into giving me a glass.
So I've made it a ritual ever sin?e. haven't ?rashed yet. Must be lu?ky."I wag my eyebrows at the woman. Faith, she said her name was. No, wait...was it Gra?e? It was some kind of virtue that I definitely don't possess. Patien?e? Chastity? Normally, I would remember every woman's name, at least for a few hours. But I did have a ?ouple ba?k in the airport and I'm a little buzzed right now.