Tommy was a handsome man in his thirties who claimed to be a single attorney. Cindy wasn’t too sure about either of these things, but the evening was getting too late to get picky. “So… are we going to keep up with the small talk or are you going to take me to your place?” she asked.
Tommy’s smile nearly split his face in half. “I’m parked right out back.”
There was more small talk in his Italian sports car on the way back to his place. And Cindy found herself drifting. Tommy was handsome enough, and seemed to be the kind of guy she should have been attracted to, but something was… missing.
They got to his place, a suburban home that didn’t suggest that he was a single man. “You sure you’re single?” she asked him upon spotting a pair of women’s shoes in his bedroom closet.
“Yeah. Those
