Corporate Babies - Leah

Prologue

When my client gave me these tickets, I was so excited, I mean I must be doing something right if I was receiving free tickets to things from my clients, right? Now I'm thinking they strongly dislike me, I was excited to dress up and even have my hair done but all they have here is stuffy old music, stuffy old food, wait I mean, I'm sure the food is fresh and all, but the idea is so old. But wow the venue was at least amazing, the old town hall that sow it all - wow I'm a poet and didn't even know it. From the high ceilings to the news articles hanging on the walls, they basically give a timeline for the town, from each mayor sworn in to when the only bank in town got hold up. The columns are my favorite, a little unnecessary if you ask me but gorgeous Roman design that gives the room a little more zest. You can practically feel the history in this building.

The guests are even stuffy and old, their arm candy or trophy wives look as bored as I feel - the men in their tuxedo and the ladies in their gorgeous dresses and fine glitter, I myself look amazing if I do say so myself. I went with the always classic LBD - little black dress, that is long and has a slit going up my leg, a little cleavage showing and that hugs my figure, my heals that kill my feet but makes me a little taller and finally my long red hair in curls falling down my back but at the moment the only exciting thing in this place is the open bar where I'm on the way to, I need a damn refill. "A screwdriver, heavy on the vodka, please" the poor guy actually looked grateful for my non-stuffy drink order, maybe I should have ordered the stuffy and old drink everybody else is drinking but I'm just a rebel like that.

As the drink is placed in front of me, a voice next to me says "So not a fan of the hard-core alcohol?" I hear an accented deep voice that make me shiver a little, I look up and I stare not because he's hot, I mean he is, but I stare because he is around my age, I feel like it's a unicorn kind of discovery in this crowd. He laughs and I realize I said that out loud. "Noticed the age gap, have you?" I laugh and say, "No kidding, was there a requirement I missed on the invite "must be sixty-five plus or on the arm of a sixty-five plus" I mean how was that even possible?" he is actually laughing harder. "Did you read who was putting this shindig together?" he enquires finally after he calms down enough to speak. "Nope, I usually just read what it's about and who's it for, I assume whoever is hosting uses the typical MO, so I skip that part" I wink and take a sip of my drink while I let my eyes run over him.

He's actually beyond hot and I mean GQ hot especially in that suit - wow who knew he could pull off a suit in a sea of tuxedos, well it helps that he's tall, Mediterranean skin, Dark hair and dark blue eyes and a swimmer's physique, yum. "Well, it's the wealthy retirement club and their significant other who pulled all this together." "Ah that explains it" I say, as I nod, "Explains what?" he enquires "Why the trophies wife's where allowed off their shelve" I said as he took a sip from his whiskey which then he sprays all over me as he laughs "Ah Merda, sorry" quickly gathering napkins to dap over my boobs "Whoa! Down boy, at least buy me dinner first" I say with a wink. He gives me a naughty smirk and suggests "I have a better idea, let's get out of here" we both down our drinks and get out of there.

Turns out we didn't make it to that dinner or even out of the building, as we were getting our coats out of the coats closet, literally a room full of coats, the assistant obviously enjoying the pensioner activities, I hear a sexy growl behind me before I am pulled into the closet, the door slammed shut and I swear I hear the lock then he pounces. I don't normally indulge in this type of activity, I'm not a Virgin or a prude or anything like that but I'm at least a third date kind of girl but the way he's kissing me senseless while pulling my dress up to expose my thong - goodness, this is going to be quick and very, very hot. My best friend always tells me I need to let loose and live a little so here goes nothing, I smile in the middle of the kiss knowing how jealous she's going to be.