The Accidental Honeymoon. Portia MacIntosh

I suppose working in a hotel full of ladies looking to have a good time makes pulling pretty easy – why would he tie himself down?

      ‘Excuse me,’ a young air hostess says to get our attention. She places two slices of sweet-smelling, delicious-looking red velvet cake down in front of us. ‘These are for you guys. We know you’re newlyweds, so it’s to celebrate that, but also because we appreciate you didn’t go back to the toilets together.’

      She giggles nervously as she flutters her eyelashes at Jack.

      ‘Aw, thanks,’ he tells her before turning to me. ‘Isn’t that sweet?’

      ‘Thank you,’ I tell her, the smell of the cake causing my appetite to come creeping back up on me.

      ‘I could get used to this,’ Jack laughs, tucking into his cake.

      ‘Don’t,’ I reply, a little too quickly. ‘It’s just a week.’