Philip Johnson
Chapter One
Jim leaned over the table and in a near whisper said, "Hey Bro, Alexis Reinhart just came into the restaurant," and that's all it took for him to put on his bright business smile, and his wife Brook looked toward the front of the restaurant.
"Neal," Jim said, "We have to make a point to stop and say hello before we leave." Then Alexis looked past the maitre de and smiled at us.
"I don't think we need to worry about that at all," and she moved toward us. No, she smiled and levitated before she came toward us. Or at least her long legs and perfect posture made it appear that way.
As she neared, Jim and I stood up and smiled, and were soon rewarded with kisses on our cheeks before Jim said, "Nice to see you again Alexis."
"Thank you Jim." Then she looked at me and then to Brook saying, "Hello Neal. Brook, you look wonderful."
Brook knew how to play the game too. "Thank you Alexis, and you look stunning as always."
"Thank you. I'm supposed to meet some friends, but they just called because they're running late. It would seem that Conrad was driving fast and they were stopped for speeding."
"Then please join us until they arrive."
"I don't mean to intrude, but I did want to say hello."
"You're not intruding at all, share some wine with us."
"If you're sure, then thank you I will," and for the next twenty minutes the four of us chatted. Had we been at a bar hoisting beers we would have been shootin' the shit, but at Ruth's Chris Steak House, we were chatting and sipping wine. Our ever attentive waiter provided us with more wine, and Alexis with a glass, and our chatting continued unabated.
As we talked my attention, of course, was on Alexis, but I listened more than I talked. Jim was her architect and I was her lowly general contractor whenever she was into another of her projects, which was often. The last time it was her lake house that we remodeled and almost doubled in size. When we began that project it was a cottage, but when we were done it was a lake house.
As I listened, I thought about her. I knew she was single, but I didn't know the details. Was there a Mr. Reinhart in her past? I didn't have a clue. Hell, I didn't even know if she'd ever been married, let alone divorced or widowed, nor did I have a clue where her money came from. I just knew that she was what I considered wealthy. In beer talk she would be damn rich.
Most of her attention had been on Jim and Brook, but then her hand went to my forearm and she lit me up with her smile and said, "And how are you doing Neal?"
"When we sat down I was doing fine, but with you at our table I have to say I'm doing so much better."
Her eyes danced as she absorbed the sugary words and simply said, "Thank you Neal. You look like life has been good to you."
"Indeed it has. Are you enjoying your lake house?"
"I just love it," and looking back to Jim she added, "I love the design you came up with."
"Thank you, but that was a collaboration between you and me and Neal." I liked being included, but in truth I had damn little to do with the design, except for what I offered when Jim and I were hoisting those beers at the bar or at home.
My attention went up another notch when Alexis said, "Jim, I want to get with you about doing something with my house. Call me and we can go over my thoughts in more detail." Then looking at me she added, "Neal, I'd want you involved in this too of course."
I could feel Jim smiling inside. "I'll call you in the morning then Alexis." Then smiling he added, "But not too early in the morning." She just smiled. We knew that she liked to stay up late and sleep in the next morning.
"Neal, I'm surprised that you don't have some gorgeous woman with you. Are you a dedicated bachelor?"
"Oh no. But you've set the bar so high. How can I ever hope to find somebody like you?" Then I smiled at her.
We both knew I was just blowing smoke up her ass, but she smiled back and said, "You are so full of sweet lies," and after getting up she kissed my cheek again before she walked away.
As soon as she had left to join her friends, Jim asked, "What the hell can she do with her house. It's huge now to say nothing of impressive."
Brook offered, "If she makes it much larger it will be more offensive than impressive."
"And the house isn't all that old either," I said and then added, "I'm guessing maybe eight years at the most."
"I can't wait to hear what she's come up with this time." Then looking at Brook he asked her, "How old do you think she is?"
"Oh, maybe forty or so. It's hard to tell, because her main job in life is to take very good care of herself and it shows, so maybe even forty five or six."
"I'm thinking more like forty or slightly less rather than more."
I just smiled and said, "Going by her legs I'd have to say more like thirty five."
Brook smiled and said, "I didn't know you were a leg man."
"I'm not. Well not exactly anyway, but that's what I could see the most of this time."
"We certainly saw enough of them, that's for sure."