Kate checked herself in the bathroom mirror. She adjusts the straps of her black dress and makes sure her hair is resting properly on her shoulders. Not bad for forty, she thinks to herself. Kate looks herself over in the mirror. Her petite frame curved and flared out at her hips and breasts giving her an alluring shape which the dress accentuated perfectly. Long, dark tresses catching the light to show off the lighter highlights rested on her shoulders and trailed down her back to the swell of her hips.
"Ok, it's time to take some fool's money."
She left the bathroom and went straight to her desk where her secretary waited.
"Look at you, boss lady," she said.
"Thank you, Cheri you can go home now," Kate said.
Kate took her glasses off and put them in her purse. While she put her leather jacket on she wondered again if she should just chuck it all. Men flocked to her all the time wanting her attention or to lavish their attentions on her. Kate only respected powerful Men. Men like that exuded confidence and deep within her core she knew she could give up everything for a man like that.
The Renaissance hotel in downtown Chicago was buzzing with activity. Bellboys carried bags for guests and crossed the large lobby. Kate walked through the beehive of activity and stepped up to the concierge's desk.
"I'm here as a guest of Mr. Richards."
She gave the concierge her name and he tapped the keys of his computer.
"Yes, Mr. Richards is waiting with the rest of your party in the conference room on the 18th floor."
He showed her where the elevators are and turned to talk to another guest. Kate's heels clicked away on the tiles as she made her way to the elevators. All the men in the lobby watched her walk, the sway of her hips and the determination in her stride. Kate slid on a pair of sunglasses as the elevator climbed up to the 18th floor.
Kate knew nothing about this Dean Richards. He was a Greek worth billions of US dollars and had a thing for Texas Hold-em poker. Dean is close to her in age which is about it on the information she could find on the internet. Her CEO knew Dean socially and finagled her a invitation to his poker game.
"Probably ugly as sin," Kate said.
Kate followed the signs and knocked on the door of the conference room. She gave her name to the black man who answered the door. A few seconds later the door opened and she was ushered in to the room. At the head of the table sat a large bald Man. He had a dark goatee flecked with gray hairs and wore large dark sunglasses. In thickly accented English he welcomed Kate and offered her a seat at his left side. He spoke Greek to several of his associates as she took her place next to him.
"Such a lovely woman you are, a koukla," Dean said.
