Cassie stood in front of the long mirror on the wall of her hotel room, wondering if she had time to change before Paul arrived to meet her for dinner at the restaurant downstairs. She was in the city to attend a three day business seminar, and was wearing a simple black dress with heels that made her feel sexy in a subdued kind of way. It was how she often dressed for work because she often felt that the men who worked for her would work harder if they thought she would sleep with them. She had already undone the top button of the dress to let her long necklace dangle into her cleavage, and decided to open another button, exposing just a slight hint of the black lace of her bra.
As she ran her hands down her smooth torso, admiring the fit of the dress around her supple breasts her phone buzzed and lit up on the dresser with a text from Paul, "I'm around the corner. Meet you outside in a few minutes." Her heart started to pound and her cheeks flushed as the anticipation of seeing him was quickly spreading a warmth across her body. She let her hair down out of the clip that had been holding her auburn waves up off her neck, smudged her eyeliner a bit, grabbed her purse and headed for the elevator in the hallway.
On the ride down to the lobby she leaned back against the wall and tried to calm her nerves before seeing him. She was finding that she was nervous, which surprised her. Cassie and Paul had known each other for around 10 years, and this wasn't the first time that they were having dinner together, but it had been close to a year since they had seen each other and a lot had happened in their personal lives during that time. Paul had now been living in the city for over nine months finally living out his dream job of owning his own business and Cassie had ended her long term relationship a few months before her trip. When she found out the schedule for the trip she immediately called Paul, suggesting that they meet for dinner or drinks one night while she was there. She thought she heard a certain excitement in his voice as they made their plans to meet at the hotel restaurant, and she felt the same excitement inside of her as she hung up the phone.
She let out the breath that she didn't even know she had been holding as the elevator doors opened and she walked to the doors on the other side of the lobby. As she approached she could see Paul standing outside waiting for her, looking up at the building. Cassie paused on the tile floor with her hand on the door as she looked him over, admiring the way his khakis fit his strong legs and tight ass, the quirkiness of his plaid blazer over his patterned shirt. He must have felt her eyes on him because he finally looked through the door at her, smiling at her from behind his neatly trimmed beard, beckoning her to come outside. She blushed, worried she had been caught, and pushed the door open and stepped outside to say hello.
He held his arms open to greet her with a hug, and she stepped close to him, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck while his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. It was a strong hug, one that shows each other that they have missed being near them, and that they are happy to see one another. They stood there in each others' arms in front of the hotel for what felt like a long time to Cassie, but what was probably only 15 or 20 seconds.
They pulled apart slightly, her hands still around his neck and his around her waist as he looked into her green eyes with his deep brown ones and asked, "So, are you ready for dinner?" Suddenly Cassie felt a sort of embarrassment being that close to him, close enough that he could kiss her, and nodded saying, "Okay," and she slowly pulled away from him.
The restaurant was a part of the hotel, but the entrance was around the corner from the front door from the hotel. As Paul placed his hand on the back of Cassie's elbow to lead her to the restaurant, her mind raced and her heart pounded. She had always found Paul to be very attractive, but for the majority of the time they had known each other she was in a relationship and had never once actually thought anything further about it. Now, here she was, single and in a different city heading to dinner with a very sexy and handsome man. One who was holding the door open for her as they walked into the restaurant, who had already made a reservation for them, who was holding out her chair for her. She wasn't used to the chivalry, but found herself smiling as she sat down and he pushed in her chair.
The conversation flowed smoothly as the meal progressed, almost certainly aided by the second bottle of wine Paul requested for them. He filled her glass for her, their fingers lingering on one another's as he passed it back to her, their eyes meeting above the candle light. The whole time they sat there they found excuses to reach across the table and touch each other. Cassie made a comment on his watch, reaching for his wrist, her fingers grazing the soft skin above his pulse point. Paul asked about her earring, and reached over and pushed her hair to the side. Finally she realized as she touched his arm while he made her laugh that without a doubt she wanted to sleep with him.
As they finished their meals and poured the last glasses of wine from the bottle she felt Paul's eyes on her, lingering at her collarbone and down her cleavage. She looked at him and saw that a new kind of hunger appeared in his eyes as he said, "That's a beautiful dress. If I may be so bold, I think it would look even better on the floor." As he said this he watched her face for a reaction, unsure if he was overstepping. Cassie grinned at him, and looked up and called the waiter over for the check. "I was hoping you'd think so," she replied. Paul pulled out his wallet, placed some cash on the table and reached for her hand.
