Bab 42: Chapter 42: Trades Happen all the Time

GEORG

I'm waiting in the bar, sipping a club soda, when Pam walks in. She's in a red dress with a low-cut neckline. It's flowy at the bottom and not too tight, so the focus is totally on her full breasts. Her stride is confident in high-heeled sandals, her skin sun-kissed and warm, her hair in long waves around her shoulders.

She makes me want to fall to my knees. I want to beg her to make me a better man. I want to get lost in her.

I stand, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek once she's close.

"You smell good," she says.

"Took a shower," I respond with a grin.

"Well, it's working for you. And an unwrinkled shirt, two times in a row. I'm impressed."

"I discovered the concierge in my apartment building will send clothes out to be dry-cleaned. It’s life-changing."