I didn’t intend to seduce anyone when I boarded that plane. I just wanted out. Out of the city, out of my own head, out of the mess I left behind in my bedroom where my wedding ring still sat on the dresser, cold and untouched.

Fourteen hours in the sky seemed like a good place to disappear.

So I dressed for distraction. No bra under the silk. No panties beneath the black slit dress. Heels high enough to make walking a calculated choice. The first-class lounge had noticed. So had the ...