ride, it would
surely come shining through. Sure enough, it had.
When Miranda hopped back onto the private jet after a short
one-night stay in Maui where they had dropped him off, where his rap concert
was going on, she was excited about who she would meet next, who her next
celebrity or CEO would be on the next plane ride. She sat back in her seat on
the jet, opened the next brief, drank a glass of vodka, and opened up the next
manila folder.
This next
client was going to be incredibly amazing. He was a race car driver and well
known around the world as one of the biggest carousers. He couldn’t stay
married. He couldn’t stay tied down to one woman. He was all about the speed,
the race, the rush, and the next challenge. Maybe, she would be the one who
could get him to settle down. Maybe, she could get him to settle down with her.
Each one of these clients was a potential future husband. She would save their
contact information. She would call them several years later when she was done
with her stewardess job. She would call them to see what they were doing with
their lives. She would have some savings, and she would be settled down in
Chicago. Of course, she could always date men there. She would try to call back
all her old celebrity clients first, though. She would have to make quite an
impression on all of them. She would have to make this race car driver remember
her. She thought he was one of the most attractive men in the world. She would
have to seduce him, then give him the best and wildest sex of his life. It was
her job to entertain the clients, but she was going to give them a ride they
would never forget.