<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div>This was the damnedest thing.  Prince Alkhar had been on private cruises on the the seven seas and partied on nearly every continent in his travels.  But here, whispering in the ear of an airline stewardess he'd only just met, he was having the time of his life just talking.  Dirty talking, certainly, but just a conversation nonetheless.  This could be perfect then, a business model built around the loneliness of a man when cut off from the world for hours on end with nothing to do but read or stare at clouds out the window.  He'd known that the most interesting plane trips were those spent next to an interesting stranger who could help pass the time, but until now it never occurred to him to build a business around it.<br/><br/>As he enjoyed her fluster, finding it charmingly cute, he could swear he smelled an odd aroma lingering around her.  Perfume?  It couldn't be - where was his instinctual flinch from the overbearing stench?  The high rollers and social ladder climbers he'd known were fond of wearing them by the gallon to show off their celebrity lifestyle.  Very rarely did he enjoy a fragrance so subtle that he'd mistake it for a natural, gentle breeze in the air yet enticing enough to make him want to lean even closer and smell the nape of her neck to his heart's content.  And of course who could stop there?<br/><br/>"I think you're a woman of good taste, so you'd pass on the gems.  I can't imagine they'd feel good unless you had a thing for decadence," he smirked, well in control of himself despite mentioning a vibrator to a stranger's ear.  "So we'll start with something from the magazine instead.  We'll hope there's something about Ben Wa balls in there," he winked before leaning forward as if chasing after her.  With a hand on his knee Solomon stood up straight inches in front of her, towering over her.  He was easily 6'3" without his business shoes and their heels.  He certainly noticed how short Abigale was, but thought little of it considering he thought everyone was a little on the short side anyway.  All a matter of perspective.  Straightening his tie he smiled and waved her off, but not before noticing two enticing little tents pitched in her blouse.  The terminal certainly wasn't cold, and he certainly wasn't stupid.<br/><br/>With a smile he said,  "Could you then take my briefcase and shoulder bag with you?  I'll be heading to the bathroom if that's alright.  I think I'm so early we still have plenty of time to meet up again and just talk away the minutes."