What an inconceivably long day it had been. It had begun at 6:00 that morning with an emergency meeting at work. Justin had been called in to pick up the pieces after three people on his team had completely and utterly dropped the ball on the project. At 28, he was the youngest man on the team, but he always seemed to be the steadying force that made everything all right. The meeting had lasted for ten grueling hours, finally ending with a resolution which would require everybody in the company to work twice as hard as they would have had everything worked out during the first go round.
"Bastards!" muttered Justin to his Long Island Ice Tea. He had been staring at the drink for some time now, trying desperately to make it comfort him. Finally, with a long sigh, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a long, smooth, delicious sip. Everything would be all right, he told himself.
"Are you okay?" Justin slowly put down his glass and turned his head to see where the question had come from. He didn't regret it. At some point during his reverie, the most gorgeous redhead he'd ever seen had pulled up a stool next to him at the bar. Her full hair rested just below her shoulders, framing a face which could only have been sculpted by a master artist. Her green eyes probably radiated passion even as she slept, and her full, sexy lips seemed to be calling Justin's name. Her breasts, although not the largest in the world, jutted proudly from her chest as if begging for attention. Her legs, which were covered by a pair of black nylons, were well toned and athletic, and her hands were graceful and well manicured.
"Jesus. Why don't you take a picture?" said the redhead, turning away with a slight hint of a blush and a chuckle.
"I... I'm sorry," stammered Justin. "It's just that, well, you're beautiful, and, to answer your question, I'm not sure I'm okay."
"Well," said the woman, turning back to Justin with a wide smile spreading across her luscious lips, "You certainly look okay to me." With that, she placed a silken hand on Justin's thigh and began to stroke up and down lightly.
Justin almost spit out his drink. He couldn't believe that this angel was actually talking to him, let alone rubbing her hand on his leg. It wasn't that he was a bad looking guy. In fact, most people who saw him considered him to be quite attractive. He was six feet two inches tall, and his long body was well muscled from his former days as a three-sport collegiate athlete. It's just that he was so damned shy.
