It happened at his cousin's wedding. He didn't want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her, and tell her he was leaving. If she wasn't ready to go, she could just find another ride home later. That's what he would do all right.
Then he noticed her from across the country club lawn. Her blonde hair, which was cut stylishly short, was dotted with babies' breath, softly rounded curves shaped in a tight midnight blue satin gown. It was her eyes that captured his attention. They were locked on his!
He wondered for a moment if maybe they had met before, perhaps she knew his wife. No, he'd have remembered her. The stare was broken as a waitress offered him champagne. He accepted, took a sip, and turned back to her. She was closer now, easing her way toward him. He turned to see if she might be eyeing someone else, then was startled as she touched his sleeve.
"You're not having much fun here, are you?"
He couldn't reply. She gently led him from the room while the band played "It Could Happen to You". He could not have imagined what was going to happen to him. Following her down a hallway off the ballroom, he became aware of her exotic perfume. He felt his suit becoming a little uncomfortable.
She opened the door marked "Ladies" and turned to him.
"Weddings are kind of an aphrodisiac for me, and you have such nice hands... I just thought... maybe... you could..."
