<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div><strong>Solomon</strong><br/><br/>"I suppose not," Sol smiled back.  "We might have time to sit back and look through the catalog together picking a few items here and there."  Could she not retrieve any item on her own in flight?  Or would she be suspected by her employers being a commissioned agent - picking out the most expensive items so she could receive the largest payout from her percentage?  As Abigale showed him around the plane while he took a moment now and then to read through the several different text messages detailing small facts about her history, he couldn't see her like that.  Sure she had family debts, but she had also turned him down wanting to earn her money when he offered to throw some extra money around as a gift.<br/><br/>Peering inside the cabin she presented, he found a nicely made twin bed with his suitcase waiting for him, and then moved his gaze back to Abigale with a knowing smile.  "A little small for what I'm used to... and for my tastes," he teased, "but space is naturally limited in the air.  You guys did a great job with the space you had.  Why don't you go get that magazine again for us, Miss Abigale, and I'll be here making myself at home.  We can have a more thorough run through the collection this time - in private."<br/><br/>Walking inside he sidled close past her, knowing he'll enjoy the tight quarters if he gets to share them solely with her.  Abigale wouldn't take up much space like him, and what room she did take would be well used by the time they landed in Los Angeles.  Running his hands along the ceiling as he ducked a little, leaning over her as he passed, he had a few wicked ideas involving her pressing up against it for support.