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Part 11 - Reality Check

    Ever have a dream so intense, and so incredibly real that upon waking you could not discern between the real world and the dream world? That's exactly what this was. It had been so very real, so remarkable that it couldn't have been just a dream, could it? But there I was, lying alone in the oversized suite, desperately yearning for my dream to be real. My first though was that I should have let her stay that night instead of letting her go. Well, needless to say, the suite maid never said a word about that night, and Victoria didn't get fired. The reality check was that my dream last night just proves that I really need to get laid soon. My balls were literally aching to release after that.

I got out of bed, took a cold shower, dressed, and headed into the New York office. Even though it's Saturday, the main crew of people come in to finalize cases, and depositions with me. They know that it's the only time I am there, so we all group together and get the job done. It's a casual environment on these Saturday's, and we cater in lunch from Aunt Jake's in Little Italy. Normally, we finish up around 4 o'clock.

I arrive at the office around 8:30. I'm greeted warmly by a few members of the staff there, and head to the conference room to get started. As we all gather, I notice a new face at the table. Must be a new hire since the last time I was here. She's attractive with a dazzling smile. As she is talking to a co-worker, she doesn't notice that I have arrived. I clear my throat politely, and offer a gleeful, "Good morning everyone." She stops her conversation and looks over to me. As our eyes meet, it was perfectly plain to see that she wasn't just attractive, she was downright gorgeous.

Her eyes were piercing blue like a tropical ocean. Her skin was flawless and her make-up was glamorous. Not too much, not too little either. She had silky strawberry blonde hair, with soft curls that draped over her shoulders. She was a picture of elegance and beauty. If this was her casual Saturday look, I was dying to see her formal approach. My guess is that she was in her middle 30's, and of Scandinavian descent. Having trouble taking my eyes off of her beauty would be an understatement.

Catching my composure, I call the staff to order, and ask for an introduction to the newest member of the staff. She stands up, and smiles brightly. She introduces herself as Delilah Masterson from the Savannah office. Without even thinking, I say out loud, "Delilah, that's Hebrew for delicate." Her smile beams even brighter as she replies, "I'm impressed Mr. Daniels, but please make no mistake sir, I'm only delicate where it counts." A few snickers can be heard around the table. I smile back at her bit of banter, then offer, "Well... you certainly are a peach, aren't you Ms. Masterson?" Realizing the reference to the Georgia moniker, she sits back down, but her smile never leaves her.

Beginning to lay out the cases for the day, I notice that Delilah can't take her eyes off of me. As I'm talking through the individual files, one by one, her focus is almost entirely on me. The morning unfolds nicely, and we accomplish a great deal of work. I notice that Delilah intentionally offered her left hand on the table when retrieving paperwork. At first I thought that maybe she was a natural lefty, but then she used her right hand to take some notes in a file folder. Each time she retrieved a file, she allowed her left hand to remain on the table. And then it finally hit me, all morning long she was advertising the absence of a wedding ring.

Aunt Jake's shows up at precisely noon and we all take a break for lunch. As the staff was filing out into the outer office to collect their lunch orders, Delilah stayed behind to make sure that she was the last of them to depart. Once the room was emptied of the others, we two remained. She sauntered out of her chair, stroked her hair back over her shoulder, and walked towards me at the head of the table. She paused long enough to lean down, places a card on the table in front of me, and whispers in my ear, "I'm in the Fitzgerald Suite at the Plaza." Then she walks out to the others and retrieves her lunch.

Did that just happen? That thought swirls around in my mind as I quickly slide the card off the table and into my jacket pocket, hoping no one saw that. I must admit that the offer is extremely tempting considering the state of my sexual frustration. Last night's dream was so surreal, and it felt as if it had actually happened. Waking up this morning with the worst case of blue ball ever was not my idea of a nice autumn trip to New York. Maybe I should take Ms. Masterson up on her offer. She is after all exceptionally beautiful, and very elegant.

I went out to the lunch arrival to gather my food, and I see Delilah on her phone looking as if she is trying to avoid anyone hearing her conversation. I don't think too much of it, and commence to eating my pasta. Delilah finishes her call and walks back over to the table where I'm standing. As she is standing next to me, she reaches over to grab a napkin on the other side of the table. While bent over reaching, she intentionally, yet inconspicuously rubs her elbow up and down against my sensitive member. I gasp a bit in total surprise as she gets her napkin and comes back to her standing position. She looks at me as if nothing had happened, and winks at me before dabbing her lips with the newly acquired napkin.

She was playing with me, trying to get a rouse out of me so that I will take her up on her hotel offer. I have to admit that I do appreciate her forwardness, but I was getting an 'indecent proposal' vibe from her. The last thing I need is a fatal attraction scenario at work. On the flip side, I also don't want her to be angry with me for rejecting her, and potentially subjecting myself to some negative retaliation. What the hell was I going to do?