“What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?”

Orchid swirled on her chair to face the middle-aged man who had spoken. She casually took in his well-combed hair, sparkling blue eyes, chiseled features and broad chin. Good looking and arrogant. This was something she could work with.

“Sit, and cut the crap. Just tell me your name.” Her own blue eyes flashed as she spoke.

“Oh, feisty! I like that. My name is Ken. Ken Buckwald, at your service.”

“And what service is that, Ken?” Her eyes drifted back to the wall in front of her. Let him work for her attention.

“For you, dollface, that means anything.” His hand reached out and rested on her thigh. A gentle squeezed ensued before his touch left her skin. Unperturbed by her lack of reaction, he continued to speak. “So, is there anything you need?”

Orchid looked back in his direction. The sharp focus of her eyes emphasized her words. “I don’t have needs, Ken. I have wants, and those don’t usually remain that way for long.”

He chuckled, observing the blonde-haired beauty beside him. This was one strong woman. Pitiful attempts at a pick-up would not work with this sparkplug. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about the line earlier. I know it was lame, was trying to have some fun. You really are quite breathtaking. Cocky too. I like that.”

“It’s called confidence. Determination. A desire to succeed. I have it all.”

“Okay, okay, relax. I got it. Like I said earlier, was just looking for a little fun.”

“Ah. I’m all for fun, Ken, but if you’re looking to catch me, use the right bait.” Her voice held a mischievous tinkle. “Tell me about your wife.”

“My what? Wife? Um… How did you know?”

Orchid laughed. “Come on, Ken. A man like you, not married?” She reached and took his hand. “You really should have left the ring on. It’s more honest.” A slow finger traced its way past his wrist, up his muscular arm, to his neck until it rested under his chin. The slight pressure caused him to look deep into her eyes. “It’s time for that fun. Follow me.”

He watched as she slipped from the barstool. Her hips swayed provocatively while she walked to a corner table on 5-inch heels. The black mini-skirt clung tight to her ass like a second skin. She turned once, revealing a side view into the deep cleavage exposed by her blouse.