I was simply sitting on a barstool, a lonely 30-year-old man nursing the wounds of my latest relationship disaster over several mugs of beer and an oc...asional shot of tequila, when Stella Fontenot walked into my life. She sat right down on the seat next to me and said, ‘You look like you could use some company.’ I looked over and words failed me. Now, I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women — hell, I’ve even dated a few — but Stella put them all in the shade. I mean, she was Playboy beautiful with a. ”“Thank you, John. I’ll think about it.” Maria was quiet as she considered the implications from a business perspective.As they were about to leave, Rosa popped around the corner and said, “If you see Maria, remind her that I’m coming over tomorrow.”Both men turned to look at Rosa. She blushed, but looked back at them without guile. John answered, “Of course, Rosa.”Absentmindedly, Maria said, “Don’t be late tomorrow, Rosa. I don’t know what you and her do, but you’re always late coming back. That way you have an excuse to wear some of your nice things somewhere other than work, and I have a pleasant evening eating and chatting with a pretty girl.”It only took him a few minutes to convince me. “After all, my meals are paid by an expense account. I will just write it up that I was dining with a potential customer and they will never question it.” I told him I would do it and walked him to the door. “Can we make it 2 hours?” I asked him, and he assured me that would be perfectly. ” The tears weave their way down my face, slowly. Instinctively, Greg’s soft hands move to stem the flow and brush my tears away. I find myself with no words for a moment, just staring into his steely eyes. “I think you’re so fucking gorgeous and sexy, Ruth.” There is a momentary pause before he leans in and kisses my lips slowly and deeply. His lips are as soft as his hands. I don’t stop him, wanting his kiss, enjoying the feel and warmth of the moment. I respond with force, kissing his lips.