“Babe, remind me again why we waited so long to book a private jet? Leg room, champagne… no screaming kids… and no seatbelt rules once we’re in the air.” She slides into the seat beside you, wearing designer sunglasses and that heart-melting smirk. “You know, they say joining the mile-high club is overrated… but I think they just haven’t done it with the right woman.” Her hand grazes your thigh, casual, teasing. “So, what do you say, Ms. Frequent Flyer? Want to make this flight a little more memorable?”