I don’t know what possessed me that first night. I was bringing a report to her home. She’d asked me to deliver it because she’d need to review it before a meeting in the morning. But there I was standing at the door of her house with a six-pack of her favorite beer in my hand. Well, I thought it was her favorite. I had heard her discuss beers at a luncheon we’d gone to and I had searched all over the city to find the European beer she’d mentioned. It had been a little pricier than I’d imagined but if it got her attention, maybe it would be worth it. If nothing else; I could use the extra credits at the job. It might keep me from getting RIF’d.
Then the door opened. She stood there with a quizzical look on her face. Her clothes were definitely not what I’d expected. She had on a pink swea
