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him and smiled. She was not used to gazing into the leather clad crotch of anyone, let alone an attractive man, but she had to admit that it looked quite hot. She wondered if her face was red when she first looked up and met his gaze. She had been taken by surprise, and as she thought about it, she realized it was not done by accident. It was obviously exactly what he wanted to happen and again she could feel stirrings deep inside her.
    Muddling through breakfast, she caught up with the morning news and took care of a few emails before heading off to work. Her day dragged , and more than one of her colleagues noticed her distant look and asked if there was something bothering her. She assured them that everything was fine and continued with her work, but as she spoke to different partners and clients, she found herself absently comparing them to Mr. James. The difference was that she could handle these men, but there was something about the mysterious Mr. James that she was afraid she could not handle. Instead of frightening her, that thought somehow excited her, and she had to work to keep bringing herself back to the here and now.
    With the work day complete, she breathed a sigh of relief and headed home. She entered her one bedroom unit, on the edge of the city between the trolley line and Sea Port Village, and kicked off her shoes. Throwing her handbag on the bed, she went back out to the kitchen and poured herself a cold glass of wine. She looked at the label and noticed it was Chablis. Again she pictured herself looking over at this ‘Mr. James’, slack jawed but still responding to his toast. His boyish smile burnt into her memory, along with that moment where she picked up the hint of steeliness in his voice.
    Heading back to her bedroom, she removed her blouse, carelessly tossing it on the floor with her other laundry. She then loosened her skirt, letting it slip to the floor before bending over to pick it up and hang it back in her closet. She stood there in her bra and panties and looked at herself in the full-length mirror . Starting front on, and then turning sideways, before turning as far as she could. She looked back over her shoulder to study her reflection. A combination of genes and hard work had kept her body in quite good shape for her age. As she studied herself, she said aloud, “What’s not to like? Mr. ‘I like people who acquiesce’ can kiss my tight little butt.” She then wondered what she had done with his card. She remembered leaning it against her bedside lamp, but it was no longer there.
    She looked around the bed failing to spot it before dropping to her knees to look under the bed. Still not seeing it, she checked under her pillows, tossing them aside in the process. With a frown on her face, she then reached over and pulled out the top drawer of her bedside table. Still not spotting the card, she dumped the contents unceremoniously on the bed and rummaged through the scraps of paper, hair clips, tubes of skin cream and all manner of other items that found their home there. Still not seeing it, she pushed everything off the bed back into the drawer before returning it to the table. She knew it couldn’t be in the bottom drawer, but she slid it open anyhow. Her favorite vibrating egg and the 8-inch silicone dildo caught her eye – Big Black, she called it in a politically incorrect fashion, but still no card.
    Where could it have gone, she wondered , as she slammed the drawer shut and lay back on the bed? She realized that once again she was flushed and her breathing rate had increased. Was this due to the exertion, or was this to do with her thinking about Mr. James? She leapt up and ripped the bedclothes off, shaking them before throwing them onto the floor. Then she was on her hands and knees on the bed, running her hands around the fitted sheet whose old elastic meant that it did not fit so well anymore. There it was, stuck in a fold of the bottom sheet, just where it had landed