The sounds of conversation surrounded her as she perched on a stool at the bar. A large brandy sitting in front of her, she toyed her middle finger around the rim of her glass.
As she lifted the drink to her lips his reflection flitted into her field of vision.
He confidently walked up to the bar, pulling up a stool a few meters down, and spoke to the bartender. Whisky, neat, 2 cubes. Well, any other way was sacrilege, wasn’t it.
She could surreptitiously scan his image in the mirrors without raising suspicion. Strong jawline, the merest hint of stubble, a dazzling smile. The suit screamed class. Too well fitted to be off the rail, it had to be tailored.
He chatted to the couple between them, general pleasantries, nothing personal. Friendly weather chat and the likes. His eyes sparkled a friendly softness.
She drained her glass and caught the bartenders eye for a refill.
“And another for me too please. My tab.”
He sat down beside her, his elbow millimeters from her own, a feeling like static.
“Good evening?” A noticeable change in his demeanor. Moments earlier chatting to the other customers he had been amiable. Now there was a hint of predator in the curl of his smile.
She nodded and returned his smile.
She holds her refilled glass to the air in thanks. “It has certainly taken a turn for the better.”
He’s in town on business, leaving in the morning. He doesn’t hide his mental undressing of her. Furtive finger bushes on her forearm, pupils dark with arousal.
She stands, half her drink remains in the glass, she places it to the side. Removing a pen from her glass she writes on the small napkin and slides it over.
“Good evening.” He nods in return as she turns and walks away
In her room, she removes her earrings and necklace, sitting them on the dressing table.
At the short rap on the door she smiles to herself in the mirror.
She opens it and welcomes him inside.
He wastes no time pulling her into an embrace.
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In the morning she wakes to him circling his fingers at her waist.
She giggles as she turns over enough to look at him.
“That was fun.” he says with a grin, “Pretending to be strangers. We’ll definitely need to do that again.”
8/11/17
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