May the Best Man Win by M.T. Pope

gents,” he said as he turned back toward me. “Mr. Lewis, follow me right this way.”
    I was seated within a few seconds and I was already enjoying myself. I was so glad that I snuck and Googled his name on my cell phone, and got information on a few of his restaurants. The information superhighway was something else. Pictures of him at a few local events popped up as well. He was definitely a good catch.
    â€œI’ll send the waiter over to assist you as soon as he is finished with another guest.” He smiled.
    â€œIf you don’t mind I would like to have a few words with you. Maybe you could be so nice as to have a seat with me so we can chat about business.” My eyes darted from his eyes to his crotch within a split second. I did it in a way so he could notice me doing it. I was serious about what I wanted. He looked like he was a keeper.
    â€œWell, sure.” He smiled. “Give me a few minutes to handle some business in the back and I’ll be right back.”
    â€œSure. I have all the patience in the world,” I said and then he walked away.
    â€œWine, sir?” a waiter said as he walked up to me.
    â€œYes, which one is the one that you would consider the best?” I inquired.
    â€œOur Cabernet Sauvignon is quite good, sir,” he remarked.
    â€œWell, I’ll take that, sir.” I nodded politely.
    â€œI’ll be back shortly.” He walked away.
    I am so glad I did this. Since my boss’s stuffy ass didn’t want him I am going to snatch him up and keep him for my own.
    A few moments went by and pretty soon the waiter had brought me my wine and Mateo was heading my way.
    Damn his ass is fine . . . And he knows it. The way he walked, it demanded attention. His employees looked as if they feared him. I was sure he was about his business. He was in control. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was into some illegal activities. I better not say that to him or even imply it though. I didn’t want to ruin any of my chances with him or perpetuate a stereotype or something.
    He took a seat and then spoke. “I am glad you came down so quickly to get to work on my campaign. Your boss runs a very good company. I am impressed.”
    â€œYeah, he’s good,” I said, faking a smile. I didn’t hate my boss, just his “too good” attitude. I needed to prove a point and taking Mateo for myself was going to do the trick. I was a go-getter and Mateo was now on my “to get” list. “But I’m here to get to know more about you so I can get a feel for what you really want out of this campaign.”
    â€œThat is great. What did you need to know about me?” he asked.
    â€œWhat does the name Mateo mean?”
    â€œIt means gift of God.” He smiled. “What does that have to do with the campaign?” He followed with another question.
    â€œNothing, it’s just a unique name and I was wondering what it meant. Is it true?” I smiled.
    He laughed before he spoke. “Yes, it’s true to me.”
    â€œI love confidence.” I spoke wholeheartedly. “It’s very sexy to me.”
    â€œOh, really?” He smiled again. He was very handsome and he had dimples, too. I had to have him.
    â€œYes, really. I love gifts of God and from God,” I answered.
    â€œMe too, especially good-looking ones.” He was now openly flirting with me.
    Got him! I know that was a flirt. It was time to reel him in. “Why thank you.” I blushed. “Let’s cut to the chase, are you seeing anyone? I’d like to get to know you better.” I spoke and looked him straight in the eyes.
    â€œStraightforward, I see.” He chuckled. “I’m not attached at the moment. And I would love to get to know you better as well.”
    â€œWell, I think my business is finished here.” I took one last sip of wine and slid my chair backward.
    â€œWait . . .” He stopped me