Samantha boarded her flight to New York with a heavy heart and a trembling soul. As she settled into her seat, a tall, dark, and handsome man sat down next to her, making her pulse race. He introduced himself as Xavier, an art gallery owner from the East Coast. They chatted amicably for a while before the conversation took an unexpected turn.
"So, what brings you to New York, Samantha?" Xavier asked, his voice deep and husky.
"Business," she replied with a sigh. "I'm attending a conference."
"I see," Xavier said, his tone contemplative. "And do you always dress like this for business trips?"
Samantha looked down at her blouse and pencil skirt, suddenly aware of how tight they were against her curves. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered.
"I think you do," Xavier said, leaning closer to her. "You're hot and bothered, Samantha. I can smell it on you."
Samantha's breath hitched in her throat. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, not with a stranger on a plane, but something about Xavier's words and his presence was irresistible to her. She leaned in too, her lips brushing against his ear. "What do you want me to do?" she whispered.