Noelle
I’m meeting my client, Mr. Murphy, at Wet Sushi Bar in downtown Chicago for dinner. On my ride there, I felt so embarrassed. I did not want to see him face to face after my intoxicated state. Nevertheless, I decided to face my client face to face.
As I follow the hostess to our table, I spot him. He stands up to greet me and is wearing the biggest grin ever. Murphy is one hell of an attractive man. He has blonde, reddish hair with mischievous green eyes. He hovers over me at 6.2 ft. and has a solid muscular body. Please have mercy on me, Murphy; I say to myself as he checks me out. He gives me a friendly hug and then holds my chair for me, not like Maximiliano this morning.
“Awe, Noelle, you look as lovely as ever. Now, why isn’t Cinderella at the ball tonight?” As if he doesn’t
