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Gabriel's Christmas party, the previous Saturday, had gone very well. As expected, the food was excellent. I certainly knew the menu by heart. Gabriel also had an extensive selection of single malts, and I got to sample a few that I hadn't tried before. Despite the fact that Gabriel's wife of 20 years had left him, six months before, the house and decorations were up to his usual standards. In their relationship, he was the one with the love of all things Christmas.
In addition to Gabriel, the food, and the extensive holiday decorations, I was sort of a fixture at the party. I've been there every year, I've got an outgoing personality, I'm reasonably attractive, and I can tell a good story. So people remember me from year to year, whether they see me during the intervening months or not.
For the first time in the 13 years that Gabriel had hosted the party, I went stag. I've never been married, but for every other party, I've had at least a female friend I could take, if not a serious girlfriend. But not this year. I don't know whether I was fed up with dating, or simply enjoyed having my life to myself. Regardless of the reason, I was alone at the party, and so was Gabriel. He made a big deal of it, but I actually enjoyed it. Despite being 10 years older than me, Gabriel is looking for a 20-something sugar baby. I'm not really looking. At least, I'm not as serious about it as Gabriel.
In spite of my lackadaisical attitude towards finding female companionship, I went home with two cocktail napkins, three business cards, and what looked like a piece of wrapping paper from one of Gabriel's Christmas gifts. Each one had a phone number written on it. The party was mostly all couples, but it seemed like half the women I talked to had a single friend they wanted me to meet. I took the phone numbers politely, said "thank you," and hoped that Gabriel wouldn't mind that a decent portion of the wrapping paper was missing from one of his gifts.
I didn't really plan on calling any of the women, and I didn't want to meet any of their single friends. Everyone else seemed to make a bigger deal out of it than I did. I'd had one steady girlfriend or another for the better part of 17 years, and I was enjoying just being a bachelor. I'm 32 years old, aren't I entitled to a little freedom?
I quietly admitted to myself, however, that my freedom might not be the only reason that I wouldn't call any of the women, wouldn't meet any of their single friends. I couldn't get my mind off the leggy brunette, the one from the Jazz Club. Perhaps it was her mystery. Perhaps it was her attitude. Perhaps it was simply her body. I don't know. What I do know is that she was stuck in my thoughts, and I didn't really want to get her out of them. So I was at the party without a date, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
After the big party, Gabriel always took a two-week vacation. Usually, he and his wife would go to Disney World. He didn't fly- -it was a two-day drive to Orlando--but they went every year. Gabriel is a creature of habit, more so than most people, and he'd made his travel plans even after his wife left him. He was determined to relax and find a sugar baby. I hoped he'd at least get to relax.
The Monday after the party, he was on the road, by himself, and I kept an eye on the business. It was a slow time of year for us, and most of our employees took their vacations in December. Practically alone in the office, I had little to do other than surf the Net. By the time Tuesday rolled around, I was looking forward to the Jazz Club, and hopefully, the leggy brunette who'd captured my interest.
The weather that afternoon was biting cold. The wind had picked up and the forecast once again called for light snow overnight. It was a slow night at the bar, and Julie, the cocktail waitress, quickly realized that I was in a talkative mood. She brought my first drink and we chatted while I packed my pipe. While I smoked, we talked amiably. She left several times, to take care of the few other patrons she had, but she always returned with a smile and we picked up where we'd left off.
I was most of the way through my third Scotch when I resigned myself to the fact that the brunette wasn't coming. I decided to finish my pipe and then leave. I puffed quietly, closed my eyes, and leaned my head against the padded chair back. Without opening my eyes, I finished my Macallan and rested the glass on my knee. Then I sat in silence, listening to the soft Christmas music they were piping into the bar.
A little while later, I heard movement at the other end of the low table in front of me. Probably a couple sitting down at the other end of the couch, I thought.
"One drink, and then I have to go," said a woman's voice. She was sitting at the end of the couch, opposite where Gabriel usually sat.
I kept my eyes closed and decided to see what I could learn about them just by listening. Were they a couple? I doubted it. Were they just friends from work? Tough to tell. I couldn't tell whether the other person was a man or a woman.
"What can I get you ladies to drink?" Julie asked.
Second mystery solved, I thought to myself. Friends from work, or girls' night out?
"I'd like a Cosmopolitan," the first woman said.
"And for you?" Julie asked.
In my mind, I could picture her turning towards the other woman.
"I think I'd like the Macallan Gran Reserva. Neat."
I knew her voice, a rich, musical soprano. It was her.
My eyes snapped open and I stared at the paneled wood ceiling for a moment. I lowered my head, hoping that I didn't appear too anxious, and looked into the sparkling blue eyes of the brunette. She was sitting in the easy chair opposite me, and when our eyes met, she grinned wryly and winked. I smiled tightly, trying not to let my eagerness show. Her eyes twinkled with laughter for a moment, and then she smiled at me and turned to her friend.
Julie returned a few minutes later with the women's drinks, and then she moved to my end of the low table. She collected the empty glass from my suddenly slack fingers, and set a new drink-- my fourth for the evening--on the table.
"I thought you might like another," she said with an impish smile.
I rarely had more than three glasses of Scotch. It was such a habit that Julie knew not to even ask if I wanted a fourth drink. I grinned ruefully at her. She laughed quietly and gave me a friendly nod.
The brunette and her friend, the same leggy blonde from the week before, chatted quietly. I was trying not to eavesdrop, but it was difficult not to, my attention was so focused on the brunette. The blonde did most of the talking, however. The conversation was mostly about her day at work (she was a marketing manager) and the date she had later that night (a younger guy who worked in her company's IT department). She finished her drink quickly, apologized to the brunette for having so little time, and stood to leave.
After the brunette resumed her seat, she leaned back in her chair, crossed her elegant legs, and looked at me over the rim of her Scotch tumbler. She was wearing a pair of pleated black slacks, slender at the waist, with an attractive flare that accented her hips. Her sweater was fuzzy white angora, long- sleeved with a high, rolled turtleneck collar. Although I'd hoped she would have been wearing a skirt, the sweater hugged her curves and assuaged my disappointment. When she moved, the play of shadows under her breasts threatened to mesmerize me, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away.
"Hi," she said, eyes glittering.
I smiled. "Hi yourself."
"Where's your friend?" she asked, darting a glance at the empty couch next to me.
"Disney World," I said with a chuckle.
She arched an eyebrow.
"It's a long story."
"So I guess our friends have deserted us."
I nodded. "It looks that way. Do you think they can trust us by ourselves?"
She laughed musically and I grinned. "I think so," she said. "Although it's a school night, and I like to be in bed by nine o'clock."
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