I had just taken one of my sabbaticals landing back home I found my enthusiasm rebuilding for the upcoming encounters. Gathering information bringing all things to the point I could make contact. The mailing was accomplished that's why I was back home.
Perhaps picking the client was the beginning but it was a wonderful moment in this process. Finding them was highly secretive I was the only one knowing the whole process. I knew less involved less would ever be found out.
His mail was running late so he decided to go on to the meeting. Then coming back he was expecting a special letter. An invite to the wedding of the year his invite was late according to his friends. Slamming the door shut he ran for the second floor. As he opened the door to the conference room the letter floated to the floor of his office.
The meeting was exhaustive the problem had to be solved so long nights ahead again. His mind wasn't even thinking of any invite he wasn't going to get to go to a wedding out of town now anyway. Unlocking his door he didn't take note to the cream colored velum envelope. His four hundred-dollar shoes slipped on the corner of the envelope making him stumble.
Bending down he picked it up quizzical there wasn't even an address not a complete address. He brought it up closer as he opened it. Miserable it wasn't going to allow him to the wedding of his friend.
Perfume wafted up into his nose his thought was classy touch. Opening it he read "You have just been Angela'd" nothing else. He touched the elegance of the stationary inhaled the perfume he was impressed. He placed it on his desk eyeing it before going back to the drawing board.
Picking it up he noted the elegant writing this was intriguing him. So who was Angela he had never known a woman by that name. It could be a phony name though. He was between girlfriends so that wasn't making his guessing any easier.
The nights work at work was finished he walked down the stairs out the door and hailed a cab. Opening his brief case he touched the envelope again the scent was intoxicating him.
"Smells like you have a woman?" The cab driver started an inane conversation.
""Nope not a girlfriend. Well one that I know about it." Branson answered.
"Well that's a definite woman's perfume." The cabby off-handily spoke.
Branson had to agree he was out of the cab in a few more minutes. Walking towards his place it dawned on him. The scent was more intoxicating while he was sitting in the cab. He turned to hail it back it was gone. That cabby was a woman could she be Angela?
He moaned "Oh god he needed laid." His imagination was running amuck.
His phone was ringing when he entered the foyer. Without thinking he picked up the phone with a growl.
"Yes what do you want?" Branson said with a twinge of anger.
"Well you were in a better mood in my cab." I said teasing him.
His nature changed instantly.
"Who are you Angela?" Branson wasn't imaginative but it was usually the first question.
I laughed I was relaxed enjoying this cat and mouse part of the game.
"I want you Branson." I said with sincerity.
"Okay. So where have you seen my work?" Branson didn't understand this part.
"The work I am talking about I doubt if you show it off. Or do you?" I laughed with a low throaty laugh.
Branson seemed to begin to understand we weren't speaking about his life's work.
"Oh I think it's something else you are speaking about. Are you Angela?" Branson asked relaxing finally.
"Branson I want you. I would love for you to come to dinner Friday at my place. You would be perfectly entertained I can promise. I don't bite never on the first date." I laughed.
"So there is a second date?" Branson asked timidly.
"Please come for dinner. I will have all your favorites Salmon with skirlie mash and dill cream sauce. Starting off with mixed wild mushroom soup. Chambord-glazed red onions. Topped off with raspberries with Saba sabayon to top off the meal." I said playfully.
"You know I will be there Angela what time?" Branson asked anxiously. "Eight P.M." I answered as I hung up.
I'm sure Branson replayed his conversation over and over again. I knew I had him especially with his favorite dinner being served. He had it served on a very special dinner in Cannes. His brain kept playing games with him making him go from this was a game to a true invitation. He would love to think the latter.
His inner door opened there stood a woman of great beauty. I was dressed in his favorite clothing for his women. His head looked up from the easel taking me in long and slow. I was wearing a three-piece business suit with satin blouse long sleeves. Hair pinned high my skin felt looked like porcelain.
Branson jumped up knocking over his pencils putting his hand out to shake mine.
"Angela?" His voice was in a state of shock.
I shook his hand smiling sincerely sliding into a leather chair crossing my long legs.
