You're with your brothers. It's a celebration, what for doesn't really matter. It's just an excuse to get away from the demands of day-to-day life, hang out, and drink.
She's at table alone in the hotel bar. Laptop open, a half-eaten meal pushed aside, a glass (mostly gone) of something amber colored. You look at her and feel something primal respond. There's an instantaneous attraction. She's really nothing to write home about; but there's fire anyway. Mid-forties, petite, with just enough extra pounds to her, you're pretty sure you wouldn't break her if you bent her over a chair.
A brother says something in a just-too-loud voice, it was crass, and you wince a little when she looks up and catches you staring. She peers over the top of her glasses at you at gives you a wry smile. The smile is enough that your cock starts to rise.
Throughout the evening you watch as two different guys try and approach her. The first one she ignores; he didn't try and speak he just looked her up and down and leered as she just kept working. The bartender (a guy in his 30s who has obviously seen this before) swoops in and asks if she's still working on her plate. She shakes her head no, smiles, and says something. The noise level in the bar is high enough you can't hear what she says. The bartender takes her plate and returns with a fresh glass of scotch or whiskey on the rocks. He hangs out for a minute, chatting with her, until the leering guy gets the hint and moves on.
The second was a little more overt than the first. Her laptop still open, ice melting in her drink, she has a notepad out and is writing in it, alternating between the laptop, the notepad, and her cell phone. She's obviously in the middle of something. You get irritated for her when a smooth looking guy in a suit and tie pulls the chair next to her out from her table and sits down and starts talking. She moves the laptop just slightly, so he can't see the screen and turns to him.
This time you hear her say "I'm sorry, but what indication was I giving that suggested to you that I wanted company? I ask so I cannot do that again." You laugh. Your brothers look at you askance and you just shake your head. Smarmy suit guy sputters a little and can't think of a response. She says "I am pretty sure that's it's fairly obvious that I'm in the middle of something. You should see yourself away from my table." The bartender, who'd been busy with another table, hears her and moves towards her.
You're already half out of your own chair, wondering if you'll need to get involved. Luckily suit guy takes hears the message and gets up on his own.
She continues to work, and you keep glancing her way. Your brothers (and you) get a little rowdy and you catch her laughing at your antics. Each time you "accidentally" make eye contact an electric charge shoots through you.
The brothers start to peel off to their rooms and when it's just you and two others left at the table, she closes the laptop. The bartender asks if she'd like anything else and she orders a hot toddy and asks if she can take it to her room. He tells her absolutely and as she gathers her things, she looks at you and glances at the room key in her hand and back to you. You smile and think she couldn't have been clearer.
