As a married mother of two kids, I don’t have much time for the bar scene anymore. Hell, I don’t have much time for any scene anymore. And so, when a few months ago I was invited out for a cousin’s bachelorette party, who happens to be much younger than I am, it dawned on me that I didn’t have anything to wear. I didn’t want to be that frumpy lady out on the town with the hot college girls. Luckily, my cousin let me borrow a slinky dress, did my hair and makeup, and got me looking and feeling like I was in my late 20s again.
The group of ladies and I decided to start the night off at a local martini bar, and that’s where I ran into a former boss of mine. This man is a married, very successful lawyer, who has a drive that is unmatched by any man my age. When I left the law firm, he had asked that we keep in contact, and, as much as I had wanted to, I knew it would cause problems for my marriage, so I declined.
We had a great rapport, and there had been so much chemistry between us during all of our encounters. When I saw him that night in the bar, I could tell that nothing had changed. I felt that same heat radiating between us, and I could tell from his eyes that he felt it, too.
After a few drinks, the bride-to-be wanted to move on with her ladies to a popular club. I knew I would feel out of place at that club, and so Mr. Brown (as we’ll call him) offered to keep his eye on me and drive me home. His offer surprised me, but I told my cousin he was a former coworker and that I felt safe with him. And I wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours, so no harm no foul—right? Soon after the ladies left, Mr. Brown suggested that we take a drive to see his new condo, and then I remembered his black Bentley and I didn’t resist. The Bentley had smooth, black leather seats, and windows tinted so dark you could barely see out—or in. He opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in.
He started up the car and tried to make small talk. He asked how my new job was going, and if I liked it, and then he said that it was a good idea that I had left the firm. As I stole a confused glance at him, I smelled his Acqua Di Gio cologne from across the armrest. And then I realized that this was not about my job. He had always known there was chemistry between us, far more than just a professional relationship, and that’s what he wanted to talk about. He then asked me how things were with my husband, and when I told him I was feeling less than loved lately, he confided that things were the same in his marriage…