Rosemary had a bad taste in her mouth. It wasn't from the mediocre spinach and artichoke dip getting cold in front of her as she picked at it. It certainly wasn't from the third glass of Pinot Grigiot that she was nursing either. No, the wine was Rosemary's attempt to wash away the unpleasantness that lingered in her mouth left by one of her arrogant coworkers.
"Would you like another glass, Ms?" The bartender brought her back to reality as Rosemary was mumbling under her breath, going over the day's events in her mind, trying to rehash what she should have done better, and saying the things she wished she had said to make her position perfectly clear.
"No thank you, I think I might have had one too many as it is." She reached for her purse to pay the tab and collect her senses. She glanced at her watched and then around the bar and noticed that the late hour had left her the last person there. Tuesday nights weren't particularly busy at Avanti's. At 9:00, it was relatively deserted except for the few random busboys that shuffled around, filling up salt and peppershakers and a few waitresses that were counting tips and talked about the best and worst customers of the night. She fumbled with her wallet, not really wanting to go home and unsure of what to do, where to go. She sat there, dazed and confused.
"Here, this one's on the house. Looks like you could use it." The bartender poured another glass of wine to her relief and went about his duties of breaking the bar down. Rosemary picked up her cell phone and called her husband Rolando to tell him that she was fine; she just needed some time to herself. He questioned her, asking if everything was okay, if there was something she wanted to talk about, and she kept repeating that she would be fine, she just had a bad day at work and it was something that she was going to have to work out on her own. She said the obligatory, "I love you's" and "see you later's" and hung up the cell phone before he asked too many more questions. This wasn't something her husband could help her with; it was outside of his realm of expertise.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I'm here for you if you want an objective ear." The bartender didn't stop wiping down the bar, but made it clear that the troubled lady at the bar could unburden her heavy load if she so chose.
Rosemary stumbled, "You wouldn't understa ", her voice trailed off as she looked at the bartender. She hadn't even paid attention to him before, or perhaps she did but it didn't register in her consciousness. She felt funny, faced with her particular dilemma, and not even sure how to express it, especially to the man that might be able to lend some insight into her situation but the words wouldn't come out. Rosemary wanted to ask for his help but she felt paralyzed.
The bartender noticed her discomfort and backed off. "Take your time, finish your wine, I'm scheduled to be here until midnight whether there are customers here or not. We probably won't get another person in here for the rest of the evening." Rosemary looked at him hard, studying him for the first time. He was the same age as she, easily in his late 50 or early 60s and she noticed that he was very good looking. His eyes sparkled with warmth and charm and his voice was very relaxing. He looked to be about 5'8" from her vantage point but even that was a good 6 inches taller than her 5'2" petite frame. For a very brief second, her mind flashed to all those porno movies her husband had "hidden" in his home office, and how many times she sneaked a peek at them on Saturday mornings when he was out playing golf. She had always wanted to ask her husband why his collection of erotic material always but she was afraid to confront him with the fact that she knew about his secret stash so she kept her mouth shut.
Rosemary felt flush, she picked up the glass of wine and held it to her lips and took a big slug. She had a slight buzz but she wanted more. She wanted to get this off her chest and it was now or never. She set the glass down and stared at it as she began telling her tale.
She downed the last little bit of wine and continued with her story. The clinic had just hired a new head cardiologist, a woman in fact. She was known to be the best in the business and was sure to bring a lot of positive publicity to the clinic, and good PR meant more money. More money meant better money for the staff, so Rosemary was excited to welcome her to the staff. But the new doctor was a cunt. By the time Rosemary had finished spilling her guts; she was breathless and in tears and rambling on in disconnected sentences.
The bartender had made his way to the other side of the bar and sat himself next to her. He listened intently to the story and made copious notes on a napkin. He placed his hand on Rosemary's shoulder and promised her that everything would be okay. Rosemary looked at him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Bob I just work here at nights. She took a deep breath and felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder. She was electrified by his touch and the strength with which he seemed to know exactly what to do. Instinctually, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, grateful that she felt like she had told the right person to handle the situation. Her joy, her relief, came out in her enthusiastic hug. He hugged her back it was more than apparent that there was some sort of chemistry going on more than just two people sharing a common agenda.
Bob let the wait staff out and locked the door behind them. He turned down the lights in the bar and returned to Rosemary. He turned her barstool towards him and, without notice, he kissed her. Rosemary didn't fight it for a second; she let herself go in his kiss, seduced by the feel of his lips against hers, his soft tongue dancing against hers. She closed her eyes tightly and blamed it on the wine and her highly emotional state. She was allowed to have a minute of bad judgment in the arms of her sexy hero.
Bob broke off the kiss and apologized. "I know you're married but I was so moved by the sincerity of your feelings and your desire to do the right thing. That's sexy. At least to me it is."
Rosemary only heard every other word; she was so turned on that she couldn't grasp all of what Bob was saying. She was caught up in the fact that her husband was probably waiting for her to walk through the door any second, maybe even watching his porn collection in her absence. She was distracted with this lack of morality she felt and how much she wanted him to take things further. She couldn't get over that this man found her attractive. Sure, she knew she was attractive for her age and that she kept herself in good shape, but she never expected that she would be the object of desire from a total stranger. Rosemary wanted him to know that his advances were welcome but she didn't want to appear too eager. She was trying to reconcile in her mind that thirty years of being faithful to her husband were about to erased in an impetuous act of lust. She tossed her hair , thrust out her chest, and licked her lips. It had been a long time since she'd seduced anyone other than her husband so she wondered if she was doing it the right way. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was already tingling with excitement. Rosemary couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on, so driven by pure, animalistic intentions.
