I thought all I needed to forget about the day was a drink at the hotel bar. A whole day of conferences with arrogant men wearing suits was exhausting. Sitting alone at a table I kept refusing the offers to buy me drinks. They all looked the same, and I just didn't want to hear what Ivy League School they graduated from or how high on the corporate ladder they were. I too was high up in my company, I didn't brag about it but you could tell by the shoes I wore or the way I held myself when I walked. I just wanted to be alone.
Then I saw him. He was at a work thing himself but he was the antithesis of corporate. Blue jeans, long hair with his right hand in his pocket, his left hand holding his drink. He was absolutely gorgeous. A face to die for, brown eyes you could melt into, and a grin that made my heart skip. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was talking to his coworkers and I kept sneaking glances. How could someone so sexy be alone?
Some may say he was too thin or too tall. I thought he was perfect. He just oozed sex. Somehow the dress I wore to the meetings all day seemed too tight, my cleavage too much. He looked over and caught me looking at him. It felt like I was instantly undressed with that one look.
I tried to look away, but I melted into his eyes. Once he grinned, I knew he understood. He didn't walk, he sauntered. I've never seen anything like it. The suits who kept trying to get my attention all night started snickering thinking he wouldn't have a chance. I was too corporate he was blue collar. No way would she even talk to him. Little did they know he was everything I wanted but didn't know I did.
When he asked if he could sit. I couldn't even answer I just nodded. His voice was deep and sexy. I was in trouble and I knew it. So did he. He asked what I did. I asked what he did. We made small talk while we finished our drinks.