Bianca is married and mother of two small children, her husband transferred to Dallas from Miami. She was hired as news anchor/reporter at the NBC station. As owner of the station I contacted the station manager to deliver a special invitation to Bianca. Bianca was surprised receiving the invitation to my penthouse apartment in Turtle Creek. She made her way as discretely as possible to the master bedroom so that she could step out onto the balcony. She needed a moment’s peace and quiet. As she opened the French doors that led outside she was greeted by the warm night breeze. The air embraced her body and seems to flow right through her gown, causing sweat to rise on her skin. She leans against the railing and gazing out over the skyline, taking in the beautiful vista of the vibrant City’s lights.

When the glass in her hand is gently pulled from her fingers Bianca’s heart skipped a beat as she realizes that she is no longer alone on the balcony. She turns quickly watching as I refilled her glass with rum and coke I offered it back to her. Bianca had not recovered her composure and is frozen as I gently slip the glass into her hand. ” You are Bianca?” I asked. Bianca sipped her drink before answering. ” Yes, I am. I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.” “Of course I do,” I said pleasantly but in a way that is to agreeable, as if I meant something more. ” Allow me to introduce myself. I am John Malone and I own the TV station you work for..”

I’m standing very close to Bianca, close enough to be encroaching in her zone of personal space that people usually reserve for those whom they consider intimates. Bianca wanted to step back but found herself caught in the outside corner of the balcony. It is very disconcerting to her and she feels overwhelmed by my presence despite my seemingly unthreatening manner. I’m a tall man, standing easily 10 inches above Bianca even though she is wearing heels. My bearded face and thick gray hair is impeccably groomed. My designer suit, tailored to fit my muscular frame, indicates that I’m a man of taste, class and wealth. I had caught her completely off guard and for a moment she can’t decide if I was purposely trying to frighten her or not.

She watches silently as I sip my drink as I spoke. ” Forgive me for intruding Bianca, it is impolite for a man to allow a beautiful woman to drink alone in his company.” I address her as if we were long lost friends and Bianca struggles with herself, trying vainly to remember where our paths could have crossed. It is no use though and between the alcohol she is drinking and the hypnotic way I spoke Bianca feels her head begin to swim in confusion. I seem to sense this smiling slightly in mild amusement. It is only when my eyes caught hers that she found her voice. ” How…I’m sorry but have we met before? How do you know who I am?” ” No, I have never before been fortunate enough to make your acquaintance. I know your name simply because I asked one of the other guests who you are.”

Bianca feels my gaze as my eyes roam over her body and she has the distinct and uncomfortable feeling that my interest in her is anything but professional. A nervous knot forms in her throat as she tries to keep the conversation under control. ” Well thank you Mr. Malone but I’m sure the station has your interests well represented. I’m afraid that there is nothing I can offer…” ” Bianca do not pretend that you do not understand my intention. You do not do justices to your own intellect. I asked who you are because of your exquisite beauty. You are a rare jewel and as soon as I saw you I knew I must meet you and have you.”

Bianca is shocked at my directness but still part of her enjoys my attention. This isn’t the first time she has been hit on at social event. She is friendly and attractive and there are always some men who are willing to try their luck with her. It is all basically harmless flirting and deep down inside Bianca feels it is flattering in its own way. Besides, she is married. At least Mr. Malone knows how to speak to a lady! Bianca didn’t plan on jumping into bed with the first rich and attractive man who came along, no matter how tempting the idea actually is. ” A jewel you say? Oh my, that’s really very kind of you.” Bianca finishes her drink sitting the glass down. ” Look, you are a very handsome man Mr. Malone, I’ll give you that but I’m just not that easy to have. Besides, I hardly think this is the place for a quickie.”

Bianca smiles at me playfully, hoping I had too much to drink. Something about the way I look back at her though told her I wasn’t drunk or simply flirting with her. I move closer to her and Bianca’s smile slips away as the small knot of nervousness she has is becoming a growing lump of fear in her throat. There is an intensity about me that is keeping her off balance, a palpable energy that is both frightening and exciting. Silence stood between us for what seems like a long moment before I spoke. ” Bianca, I am a man who believes in being direct and honest about my desires and I have told you that I desire you. My hope, my belief is that you might desire me as well.”

Bianca’s hands begin to shake as the reality of my words sink in. She is trapped alone with me twelve stories above the street below with no idea how much I would dare to have my way with her. Worse still, something dark deep inside her hopes I would at least try. As if I see the turmoil in her heart I turn and place my hands on the railing, breaking the intensity of the spell that I had woven. ” Of course if you do not feel the attraction, if you do not desire me as I desire you then you have but to say so and I will accept your decision. After all, the final choice in the passionate matters always lay in the hands of the woman.”

I sound gentle and sincere but there is something about me that feels dangerous.