I'm a flight attendant, and the hunk boarding my plane is, well...every girl's dream come true. He's tall, dark and handsome. He takes milk and sugar in his tea. I was drawn to him the moment I saw him, even my colleague could tell. But maybe I should have paused, taken my time...gotten to know him better. Because it's possible that the sweet man, who gets nervous about turbulence is notquite as innocent as he seems...