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plans in London besides attending business meetings?
     
    She sucked on more ice while waiting for his reply.
     
    Phillip.Connor@… I have no other plans at the moment. I would welcome taking you to dinner and spending time with you. Please say yes.
     
    Smiling, she typed her response. Yes.
     
    Phillip.Connor@… Good. You are a beautiful woman and I like your attitude. I’d like to know more about you. Now, if you’d kindly take a stroll up here…
     
    Again, she smiled as she stared at the screen. Then, she typed a reply.
     
    Perhaps I will…later.
     
    Gwen pondered his request after she sent the text. What would he do if she did pass by him? Would he try to touch her, or would he ignore her? An hour hadn’t even passed from their initial meeting. Yet, she was hornier than ever because of his messages. Maybe she should take a chance and find out how he’d respond to her walking by.
    “May I leave my cup with you while I pay a visit to the ladies room?” Gwen asked Wynona.
    “Certainly,” the older woman said.
    Gwen set her clear cup on the tray, then pushed hers back into the upright position. She grabbed her purse and stuffed the calling card inside. After she slid her arm through the strap of her bag, she rose from her seat and left the Kindle on it for her return. Excitement stirred within her and she chewed on her lip as she walked towards the curtain. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Mr Sexy’s face when she strolled by him.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Gwen clutched the strap of her purse as she approached the curtain separating the first class from the rest of the passengers. Anxiety coursed through her as she wondered what Phillip would do when he noticed her. She hoped to surprise him in a good way and bring a smile to his face. And maybe she’d get a peek at his groin and see if he truly had a hard-on. The thought of seeing a man’s erection instantly brought heat to her cheeks. She hadn’t seen one in so long, hadn’t touched or sucked one. Dear lord, she’d sent him a message about giving a blow job. Could she handle the task if the opportunity became available?
    She stopped in front of the blue curtain. Panic tightened her gut. What if she couldn’t handle a real cock? She considered turning back, but then shook the crazy notion from her head. For cripes sake, sucking dick couldn’t have changed since the last time she did it. She worried for no good reason. With a deep breath, she tugged the cloth aside and stepped into the first class area.
    Her inflamed hormones quickly died as she surveyed the section. The two women on the left were chatting. One stopped talking and looked at Gwen. The other quickly did the same. As the two stared at her, Gwen suddenly had a feeling she didn’t belong in the section. Ignoring the two snobs, Gwen turned her gaze to the other side of the aisle. The white haired man on the right had his head tilted forward and the seat next to him was empty. Where was Phillip? She proceeded towards the lavatories and noticed a laptop lying in his seat. Perhaps he was in one of the bathroom units taking care of his hard-on. In an instant, blood rushed to her head. She’d given the billion-dollar man a woody and he was masturbating in the plane’s bathroom. What kind of person did that make her?
    She hurried to one of the units, opened the door and slipped inside. She slid the lever until it clicked and locked the door in place. Leaning her back against the door, she pushed thoughts of Phillip away and focused on the here-and-now.
    The small bathroom had a florescent light above the mirror. The stainless steel sink, fixture and toilet appeared tidy and spotless. A light soap scent lingered in the air. Considering it was a small, commonly used public facility, it appeared clean.
    Gwen set her purse on the cabinet next to the paper towels, then looked at the mirror. Waves of honey brown hair hung around her head and shoulders. She’d considered pinning her hair up