As a married mother of two kids, I don’t have much time for the bar scene anymore. Hell, I don’t have much time for any scene anymore. So, when a few months ago I was invited out for a cousin’s bachelorette party, I happily accepted.
The night started off at a local martini bar, and that’s where I ran into a former boss of mine. This man is a married, very successful lawyer, who has a drive that is unmatched by any man my age. We had a great rapport, and there had been so much chemistry between us, during all of our encounters. And when I saw him that night in the bar, I could tell that nothing had changed.
After a few drinks, the bachelorette wanted to move on with her ladies to a popular club. I knew I would feel out of place at that club, and so Mr. Brown (as we’ll call him) offered to keep his eye on me and drive me home. His offer surprised me, but I told my cousin he was a former coworker and that I felt safe with him. And I wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours, so no harm no foul—right? Soon after the ladies left, Mr. Brown suggested that we take a drive to see his new condo, and then I remembered his black Bentley and I didn’t resist.
Here’s to seeing what’s to come with Mr. Brown…