An invitation

The flight is called, with first class passengers boarding first. You notice a pair of businessmen checking you and your friends out as they board. They're probably in their late thirties or early forties, dressed in well tailored suits, both of them looking handsome and prosperous. One of them catches your eye, his own eyes dark and penetrating. He gives you a knowing smile that for a moment makes your belly flutter, before you turn back to your friends and chat as you wait to board.

Finally, your rows are called and the four of you board the flight, chattering excitedly. As you pass through first class you see the two businessmen again, and again feel a flutter as the dark eyed one gives you a speculative smile. You smile back as you move further into the plane, the four of you drawing a few appreciative looks from the men in the cabin. Thanks to Amy, you're seated together, three of you on one side of the aisle and Steph on the other.

Once the plane is airborne and the four of you get drinks from the beverage cart when it comes by you settle back to chat and plan your week. Amy has done some internet research and come up with a list of clubs and pubs that look like great places to party, as well as a guide to a high end shopping district. You excitedly chatter, making plans for your week in a strange city, thoroughly excited by going on vacation.

You're interrupted by a stewardess leaning down to speak to you.

"Excuse me miss, but two gentlemen in first class have invited you to join them for champagne. They asked me to tell you to bring one of your friends, if you're accepting their invitation of course."

You look blankly at her for a moment, then remember the businessman. For a moment you feel the flutter in your belly, excited that he has asked you to join him, but not really sure how to answer. Your friends look at you in surprise and speculation, and the stewardess pauses, clearly waiting for your answer.