the building’s exterior, offering more thrilling views of the area.
Richard was in the lobby waiting for her. She saw him a moment before he noticed her. He looked so handsome in his navy-blue, pinstriped suit. She had to fight the urge to rush into his arms and kiss him. His eyes widened and he broke into a wide smile when he noticed her approach.
“You look beautiful!” Richard took her hand.
Color rose quickly in her face. It had been a long time since some guy had gone ga-ga over her. It would have been nicer had Martin paid her some compliments lately, but for now Richard had made her feel wonderful.
“Thank you. You look like you just stepped off from a page in GQ . Do you dress like this every day?” She asked because she knew he’d come directly from the office.
He nodded, as he swept his hands down over his suit. “My usual uniform. Can’t appear in court without it. I’m in the middle of a trial”
Carla laughed. He always knew how to make her laugh. She really enjoyed his company. That was one of the reasons why she agreed to be his date. It wasn’t just to go to a party at all. She wasn’t a party girl. It was because she liked being with him.
“Come on, let’s go up and get the intros over with,” Richard said, as he led her to the elevator.
The room was festively decorated and everyone was standing in small cliques talking or dancing to the three-piece band that was playing by the small dance floor. There was a bar and even a Christmas tree in a corner, which seemed incongruous to the cactus and palm trees outside. However, 70-degree winters were a great deal easier to live with than all the snow and cold in Flagstaff, Arizona.
Richard took Carla around and introduced her to the partners and his closest friends. She hoped he didn’t quiz her on the names later on. Then he got a Manhattan for himself and a glass of wine for her. She was surprised to learn that it was a sit-down meal and not a buffet.
“My firm goes all out for this party. That’s why I had to go.”
“It’s very nice, Richard. I’m glad I came.”
“What did you tell your husband?”
Carla smiled. “I’m at Lynne’s—if he asks.”
“You didn’t tell him you were attending a party?” Richard asked, seemingly amazed.
“It never came up in conversation.”
The band began to play Unchained Melody , one of her favorite songs. “Would you care to dance, Carla? I promise not to trample your feet.”
“Can I get that in writing?” she teased.
“Not necessary. I graduated from Ms. Carol’s ballroom dancing class when I was thirteen,” Richard replied with a big grin.
“Then, I’d like that, very much,” she said, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Nestled in the web of his arms, Carla closed her eyes and let the strains of the music fill her. She breathed in the scent of Richard’s aftershave. Along with the nearness of being with him it sent a delightful shiver of yearning through her as her cheek rubbed gently against his. It had to be the wine, she thought. She hadn’t had much to eat that day.
As they swayed to the music, Richard lived up to his boast and proved to be a competent dancer. He held her so close, that she could feel his thigh against hers. Carla was getting her mind wrapped around the tiny blips of pleasure that contact gave her when another couple accidentally jostled Richard and her, pressing her squarely into his arousal. Every nerve ending in Carla’s body began to tingle as she felt Richard grow even harder.
Luckily, the song ended and everyone was asked to be seated. The first course was about to be served. Carla knew it was wrong to have enjoyed the accidental contact, being married, but it had been pleasurable, just the same.
At the table she talked with the other lawyers and their wives or girlfriends. She had been introduced as Richard’s friend and no one made any reference to her wedding band. They were impressed that she was an
Richard was in the lobby waiting for her. She saw him a moment before he noticed her. He looked so handsome in his navy-blue, pinstriped suit. She had to fight the urge to rush into his arms and kiss him. His eyes widened and he broke into a wide smile when he noticed her approach.
“You look beautiful!” Richard took her hand.
Color rose quickly in her face. It had been a long time since some guy had gone ga-ga over her. It would have been nicer had Martin paid her some compliments lately, but for now Richard had made her feel wonderful.
“Thank you. You look like you just stepped off from a page in GQ . Do you dress like this every day?” She asked because she knew he’d come directly from the office.
He nodded, as he swept his hands down over his suit. “My usual uniform. Can’t appear in court without it. I’m in the middle of a trial”
Carla laughed. He always knew how to make her laugh. She really enjoyed his company. That was one of the reasons why she agreed to be his date. It wasn’t just to go to a party at all. She wasn’t a party girl. It was because she liked being with him.
“Come on, let’s go up and get the intros over with,” Richard said, as he led her to the elevator.
The room was festively decorated and everyone was standing in small cliques talking or dancing to the three-piece band that was playing by the small dance floor. There was a bar and even a Christmas tree in a corner, which seemed incongruous to the cactus and palm trees outside. However, 70-degree winters were a great deal easier to live with than all the snow and cold in Flagstaff, Arizona.
Richard took Carla around and introduced her to the partners and his closest friends. She hoped he didn’t quiz her on the names later on. Then he got a Manhattan for himself and a glass of wine for her. She was surprised to learn that it was a sit-down meal and not a buffet.
“My firm goes all out for this party. That’s why I had to go.”
“It’s very nice, Richard. I’m glad I came.”
“What did you tell your husband?”
Carla smiled. “I’m at Lynne’s—if he asks.”
“You didn’t tell him you were attending a party?” Richard asked, seemingly amazed.
“It never came up in conversation.”
The band began to play Unchained Melody , one of her favorite songs. “Would you care to dance, Carla? I promise not to trample your feet.”
“Can I get that in writing?” she teased.
“Not necessary. I graduated from Ms. Carol’s ballroom dancing class when I was thirteen,” Richard replied with a big grin.
“Then, I’d like that, very much,” she said, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Nestled in the web of his arms, Carla closed her eyes and let the strains of the music fill her. She breathed in the scent of Richard’s aftershave. Along with the nearness of being with him it sent a delightful shiver of yearning through her as her cheek rubbed gently against his. It had to be the wine, she thought. She hadn’t had much to eat that day.
As they swayed to the music, Richard lived up to his boast and proved to be a competent dancer. He held her so close, that she could feel his thigh against hers. Carla was getting her mind wrapped around the tiny blips of pleasure that contact gave her when another couple accidentally jostled Richard and her, pressing her squarely into his arousal. Every nerve ending in Carla’s body began to tingle as she felt Richard grow even harder.
Luckily, the song ended and everyone was asked to be seated. The first course was about to be served. Carla knew it was wrong to have enjoyed the accidental contact, being married, but it had been pleasurable, just the same.
At the table she talked with the other lawyers and their wives or girlfriends. She had been introduced as Richard’s friend and no one made any reference to her wedding band. They were impressed that she was an
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