“That sounds great, Sebastian. What time will you be here?”

“Can you be ready in half an hour?”

“Sure thing.”

The second we hung up, I sprang into action. It’s a good thing I’d thought to bring the requisite little black dress. I quickly pulled off the outfit I had put on before Sebastian called – the blouse and slacks that had seemed attractive before now looked staid and unappealing.

I slipped the dress over my head and scrutinized my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. Not bad, but it would look better with heels. Thank goodness I’d packed my black stilettos.

After a judicious application of red lipstick and a last-minute decision to pull my hair into a loose chignon, I was ready and with five minutes to spare.

~

The club was dark and crowded. A band was playing a jazzed up version of “Ma Vie En Rose” when we walked in that had no business sounding that good.

Sebastian steered me in the direction of the bar.

“What would you like?” he yelled over the music.