You’ve had a long day of meetings…

…and you’ve been clock-watching your way through them all. Sweet anticipation has had you aching for the evening that you have planned for us.

You order your favourite drink and smile to yourself knowingly, I will tease you later when you tell me how quickly you showered, changed, and headed down to the bar, the suite no longer big enough to contain the buzz of your energy.

You finish the glass and feel the rush of smooth heat calm your nerves and bolster your excitement.

Your phone lights up with a message: “Around the corner, Darling!” Go time. You ask the bar tender to pour two glasses of Champagne, you know how much I love bubbles...

The door opens, and you feel like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. Time slows like in old Hollywood movies as you drink in the sight of me.

Tall in heels, slender and elegant. My blonde hair tumbles softly over my shoulders. A Lady in the truest sense of the word, in public anyway...

You’re not the only one who has noticed my arrival; heads turn in my direction, and I blush delicately as I scan the room searching for My Man.

My gaze meets yours and you are rooted to the spot by brown eyes so dark they could almost be black. The light dances in them like stars in the vast ocean of the galaxy, and you can’t wait to drown in them for the evening. A devilish grin plays with my lips as I sashay towards you, heads tracking my every move in subconscious unison. Not that I notice, because my focus is solely on you Darling, as always. You enjoy seeing other men watch us together with a primal look of hunger and jealousy. Your heart is racing as you stand to embrace me, and I fold myself into your arms as if I were made for them. You let out a sigh that expels all the stresses of the day, holding me tighter, breathing in my intoxicating scent. You already feel so much more relaxed and alive, and the night has only just begun…