Sally walked into the lounge and sat at the bar. She wore a white silk blouse, unbuttoned to reveal some very nice cleavage. Her navy blue skirt was short and tight, and rode up her legs when she sat down. She was beautiful, sexy and alluring. She ordered a Martini.
Two seats to her left sat a man with a drink before him. His elbows were on the bar and his face in his hands.
Sally turned to him and said, "Let me guess. Your boss just gave you an assignment with a time limitation that is impossible to meet".
He looked up at her in the mirror and saw that she was facing him. He looked over at her and smiled. Sally got goose bumps just looking at him. What a hunk.
"That's a pretty good guess." He said. "And what would be your excuse for drinking alone?"
"Oh, I probably have a better excuse than you do; I just lost a major client to a competitor."
"Ouch, that definitely qualifies as an excuse for drinking alone" he replied, "but neither of us is drinking alone now, so we don't need any excuses" he said.
"My name is Sally, what's yours?" she asked.
"Bob and it's a pleasure to meet you" he replied.
"Would you mind if I joined you Bob?"
Bob thought for a second and quickly decided, shaking his head and saying, "no, I don't mind at all."
"So Bob", she said as she sat beside him, "you said I made a good guess, but you didn't say it was true. You don't look like the type of guy to get upset over an unreasonable requirement".
"You're a very observant lady Sally, but I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh, I get it. I guess I wouldn't open up to a stranger either."
Sally leaned into Bob as if to get a closer look at his drink, and pressed her left breast into his arm.
"What are you drinking Bob?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know Sally. I asked the bartender to give me the strongest drink he has. I think he just poured a bunch of alcohol into a glass along with something sweet to make it drinkable."
"Mind if I taste it?" she asked.
Bob shrugged and Sally picked up his drink and took a sip.
"Wow", she said hoarsely, "that's sure as hell not punch."
She leaned back over to replace his glass, again pressing her breast into his arm and this time putting her hand on his thigh to steady herself.
Bob looked straight ahead and didn't acknowledge that she was coming on to him.
"Am I losing my touch or just coming on too strong?" Sally wondered. "I must be coming on too strong, maybe Bob needs a more demure approach."
Sally sat back and looked at Bob in the mirror. He was looking straight ahead, but he seemed to be lost in space.
"What do you do for a living Bob?"
"I'm a CFO for a company that imports beer and wine from Australia." Not a bad job, I have to sample the product on a regular basis".
"Wow, that sounds nice. Were you lucky to get that job, or just good?" she asked.
"I was lucky to get the job, but I am good." He replied. I have an office on the 18th floor of Century Park East, facing west toward Beverly Hills and the ocean. It's pretty nice."
"I'll bet the view is nice from up there" she said, hoping he would take the hint.
"The view is incredible, especially at night" he responded.
"So Bob, what does a girl have to do to see the view from your office?" Sally purred.
Bob looked at her directly without saying anything. Then he said, "Sally, you are beautiful, intelligent and sexy and any man in his right mind would jump at the chance to take you up to his office. But I'm not in my right mind."
"Well Bob, if you are going to spurn me like that can't you at least explain why? I thought I was turning on the heat pretty good and now I'm embarrassed."
"I'm sorry" he said, "you are right, you deserve an explanation. Today I'm going to be asked to sign the final papers divorcing the woman I love. I've been in denial for months thinking this was not really going to happen, but today it becomes official."
"Well if you love her why are you divorcing her?" Sally asked.
"I'm not divorcing her, she's divorcing me."
"Do you mind telling me why?"
"If you want to know. Six months ago I was driving home from work. It was raining and I saw a woman walking along the road. I offered her a ride and she accepted. She was soaked and I had a blanket in the back seat, so I suggested she wrap it around her. She did, but then she took off her blouse and held it in front of the heater. When she did the blanket slipped a little. Not enough for me to see anything, but enough to look compromising. And of course, my wife pulled up next to us at a red light. I can imagine how it looked to her. Before we got married there was another incident involving my ex girlfriend and when my wife saw that woman in my car, she just assumed I'm a womanizer. She filed for divorce right away."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Said Sally.
She looked over at a woman sitting at a table nearby. They made eye contact and Sally raised her eyebrows. The woman stood up and walked over, carrying a briefcase. When Bob saw her he said, "Gretchen, what are you doing here?"
"My job. Michelle asked me to make one final effort to find out if you have been telling the truth, so I hired Sally. As her lawyer she gave me the authority to do the right thing. I have the divorce papers here." She pulled a package from the briefcase. Bob's heart sank as he realized this was it, he would have to sign the papers. But instead of pulling out a pen, she pulled out a pair of scissors and began cutting up the papers. Bob stared at her in disbelief.
"Does this mean...?" Bob couldn't get the words out; he was beginning to choke up.
"I'll call Michelle and tell her the truth as we now know it. The divorce will not go through."
Bob was out the door before she finished speaking. He could not wait to get the woman he loved back in his arms.
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