It is Friday night and I am stuck at yet another benefit. My hair is done so my long red curls brush my shoulders. My makeup accents my steel gray eyes. My black pinstriped dress accentuates my tits, as they spill out the top. I see you enter the room in a black fitted suit and green dress shirt. It hugs your body and shows off your wide shoulders. The green brings out the color in your eyes. I think to myself, "What the hell are you doing here? You weren't supposed to fly in until tomorrow." I watch you search for me in the crowd of people. While I am saying goodbye to some clients, your eyes find mine. A heat runs through me that I don't expect. You grin at me. I wave to you and motion that I will be one minute. I slowly finish my duties and weave my way through the crowd, of course getting stopped along the way. The interference annoys you slightly, but you revel at watching me work the crowd. I finally arrive in front of you with a questioning smile.
"I thought you were coming in tomorrow?" I ask in a hushed voice through my fake smile.
"Is that anyway to greet me?" you say loudly, "No hug? No kiss? No how was your flight?" A wicked grin spreads across your face.
I can feel the room of people watching us. Smile at those eyes on us I take your arm escorting you to a table in the corner of the room where we can speak without being heard.
"You know I cannot be like that here. Besides I thought you hated this sort of function?"
"I thought I would surprise you. I wanted my first impression to make you drool, but it seems to have backfired on me. You look beautiful." You say circling me with a look of starvation. You whisper in my ear from behind me, "Want to get out of here?"
"I thought you would never ask."
As we walk to my car I feel your arm slip around my waist. I ask if you have checked in to your hotel room. You assure me you didn't fly in the suit.
"Well have you eaten Mr. Sneaky Snake?"
"No, I am taking you out beautiful."
I laugh.
"Most people say thank you to compliments." You scold me.
"I am sorry. You know I," I pause contemplating my actions," Thank you. Where shall we go to dinner?" I try to change the subject.
"Japanese." We enjoy a delicious meal and I sip my plum wine while you drink Saki. I keep feeling your eyes watching me instead of the chef.
"What is wrong?" I ask once he is gone.
"I like to look at you is that bad?"
"No you are just acting strange. I am not going anywhere. I know this is the first time we have met, but you know me."
You smile and insist on paying for the meal, which I am not ok with. I drive you back to your hotel and say have a good night. You take the keys from my ignition. "You aren't going to come in to talk and let me give you your present?"
"Present? You are supposed to be on vacation. You didn't have to..."