together and the clanging sounded again.
Monique
reacted quicker this time and was on the line within a beat. “Bye. Let me get
her out of here before I’m trying to stop a strip tease.”
“See you
tomorrow.” She let out a small laugh. Jessica could be quite a character once
she’d had a few drinks, but Monique was definitely the person to handle her. At
least Jess wasn’t crying…yet .
Connie jammed
the phone back into her purse and scanned the crowd. A room of other business travelers
gathered at the bar or hunched over cell phones at tiny tables. They were stuck
for the night in the lackluster Wesley and not an interesting one in the bunch.
If she hadn’t
been held over taking the deposition of her client’s husband, she could have
had a darkly tanned Brazilian with thick black hair and a sexy accent plying
her with potent beverages. Only the thought of breaking her client’s prenup could
atone for this disruption of her plans.
For the first
time since her divorce last year, she’d taken a break from her role as lead
attorney in a family law practice for a much needed vacation with her friends.
She groaned, turning her attention to the list of cheap wines.
“Ma’am?” Goldi
set a yellowish brown cocktail on the table.
“I didn’t
order…” Connie’s voice trailed into nothingness as she stared at the vaguely
familiar drink. She lifted it to her nose and was immediately accosted by the
strong aroma of tequila. “What is this called?”
Goldi blushed.
“Umm…A Long…”
“A Long Slow Comfortable
Screw Up Against A Wall!” Connie howled in disbelief unable to contain the
piercing laugh that bubbled from her mouth.
“It’s okay,
sweetie.” She waved an obviously mortified Goldi away and reached for her phone.
Thumbing through her contacts, she found Monique. Only her former college
roommate would appreciate the humor of some ass using a lame pick-up technique
reminiscent of their partying days in Memphis.
“I was going
to be really embarrassed if that wasn’t you.”
A hand slid over
her shoulder, halting her call to Monique, and Connie spun around on the slick
leather seat to look up into the most beautiful brown eyes she’d ever seen.
They glowed as if backlit by candles. At least that was what she’d written countless
times in her journal.
“Noah.” She breathed
out, too stunned to say anything else. He pulled her into a tight hug and memories
of college swept through her with the speed and heat of lightening. In an
instant a nineteen year old girl’s yearning for a study partner, who didn’t
think of her in that way, was awakened from a long slumber.
“Wow, Connie.
You look…fantastic.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled, noticing that his eyes lingered longer than was appropriate at the deeply
curved neckline of her sweater.
At her
request, he slid into the opposite curve of the booth and her gloomy thoughts
were abruptly uplifted. This night might not turn out so badly, she
thought as she eased back into the tufted cushions.
She was no
longer the shy girl too afraid to ask for what she wanted. And right now in
lieu of a Brazilian buying her a drink in Vail, the object of a school girl
crush would do just fine.
She clasped
his left hand in hers, lightly brushing her thumb over his ring finger. No
indentation!
“So Noah, what
have you been up to?”
~~~
Dinner was
passing too quickly and before he knew it, their server was placing a brownie
topped with hot fudge and vanilla ice cream on the table. Connie took a bite,
pulling the spoon through her full lips with a low moan of delight. “Mmm.”
“Good?” he
asked, blowing out the breath that had stuck in his throat.
“De-li-cious”
she whispered, holding each syllable in her lovely mouth before releasing it
like a flamed arrow to his crotch. He shifted uncomfortably in the groaning,
unforgiving booth.
All night, he
hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. Brief glances had become
practical leers as he
Monique
reacted quicker this time and was on the line within a beat. “Bye. Let me get
her out of here before I’m trying to stop a strip tease.”
“See you
tomorrow.” She let out a small laugh. Jessica could be quite a character once
she’d had a few drinks, but Monique was definitely the person to handle her. At
least Jess wasn’t crying…yet .
Connie jammed
the phone back into her purse and scanned the crowd. A room of other business travelers
gathered at the bar or hunched over cell phones at tiny tables. They were stuck
for the night in the lackluster Wesley and not an interesting one in the bunch.
If she hadn’t
been held over taking the deposition of her client’s husband, she could have
had a darkly tanned Brazilian with thick black hair and a sexy accent plying
her with potent beverages. Only the thought of breaking her client’s prenup could
atone for this disruption of her plans.
For the first
time since her divorce last year, she’d taken a break from her role as lead
attorney in a family law practice for a much needed vacation with her friends.
She groaned, turning her attention to the list of cheap wines.
“Ma’am?” Goldi
set a yellowish brown cocktail on the table.
“I didn’t
order…” Connie’s voice trailed into nothingness as she stared at the vaguely
familiar drink. She lifted it to her nose and was immediately accosted by the
strong aroma of tequila. “What is this called?”
Goldi blushed.
“Umm…A Long…”
“A Long Slow Comfortable
Screw Up Against A Wall!” Connie howled in disbelief unable to contain the
piercing laugh that bubbled from her mouth.
“It’s okay,
sweetie.” She waved an obviously mortified Goldi away and reached for her phone.
Thumbing through her contacts, she found Monique. Only her former college
roommate would appreciate the humor of some ass using a lame pick-up technique
reminiscent of their partying days in Memphis.
“I was going
to be really embarrassed if that wasn’t you.”
A hand slid over
her shoulder, halting her call to Monique, and Connie spun around on the slick
leather seat to look up into the most beautiful brown eyes she’d ever seen.
They glowed as if backlit by candles. At least that was what she’d written countless
times in her journal.
“Noah.” She breathed
out, too stunned to say anything else. He pulled her into a tight hug and memories
of college swept through her with the speed and heat of lightening. In an
instant a nineteen year old girl’s yearning for a study partner, who didn’t
think of her in that way, was awakened from a long slumber.
“Wow, Connie.
You look…fantastic.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled, noticing that his eyes lingered longer than was appropriate at the deeply
curved neckline of her sweater.
At her
request, he slid into the opposite curve of the booth and her gloomy thoughts
were abruptly uplifted. This night might not turn out so badly, she
thought as she eased back into the tufted cushions.
She was no
longer the shy girl too afraid to ask for what she wanted. And right now in
lieu of a Brazilian buying her a drink in Vail, the object of a school girl
crush would do just fine.
She clasped
his left hand in hers, lightly brushing her thumb over his ring finger. No
indentation!
“So Noah, what
have you been up to?”
~~~
Dinner was
passing too quickly and before he knew it, their server was placing a brownie
topped with hot fudge and vanilla ice cream on the table. Connie took a bite,
pulling the spoon through her full lips with a low moan of delight. “Mmm.”
“Good?” he
asked, blowing out the breath that had stuck in his throat.
“De-li-cious”
she whispered, holding each syllable in her lovely mouth before releasing it
like a flamed arrow to his crotch. He shifted uncomfortably in the groaning,
unforgiving booth.
All night, he
hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. Brief glances had become
practical leers as he
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