It was Thursday. It was 3pm. It was two hours until her long weekend.
The lobby bar of the hotel was busy with the usual downtown characters: those here for work, those here for fun, and those here for pleasure.
She was here for work, she had two briefs to submit before her weekend could officially begin, and she was nowhere near done thanks to the gorgeous gentleman seated a few tables away.
He was striking: tall, lean, impeccably dressed. Dark eyes, tanned skin, with an aura of seduction engulfing him.
Her body responded the moment he walked into the bar. She could feel the little hairs on her neck stand up, her nipples begin to harden, and the ache deep within her start to rise. He was seated facing her, his eyes visible above his laptop, her eyes determined not to get caught staring.
She managed to work, stealing glances when it felt safe to do so. The red wine she was drinking made her feel alluring, even sexy, as she stood to walk to the ladies room. She walked slowly, carefully past his table, avoiding his eyes. She knew he was watching along with every other person at the bar, and she was glad she was dressed as she was: tight black pencil skirt, white buttoned silk blouse, thigh high hosiery and black patent pumps. Her clothing hugged her curves and left little to the imagination.
Walking back to her table, she noticed her drink had been refilled. She motioned to the bartender, who let her know that her refill had been ordered by a gentleman a few tables away.
It was him.