Free Eye Candy by Frederick Germaine

martini glass and the green olive that perfectly accentuated it.
    “I’ll have a vodka martini,” I said giving my answer.
    “Excellent choice,” exclaimed Mr. Bradshaw holding up his cocktail. “That’s what I’m drinking. Bartender, please give this man a vodka martini and another round for whatever everyone else is drinking.”
    “Right away, sir,” swiftly responded the busy bartender quickly grabbing a few glasses.
    “Well, Mr. Malone, we had a chance to view the Twelve Hotel before you arrived,” said one of the gentlemen from Topaz Consulting Group. “We are very impressed.”
    “Why thank you but please call me, Aaron. So what in particular did you like about the hotel?”
    “How seamless and clean the interior designs are,” answered the second gentlemen with Topaz. “It’s modern, contemporary, sleek and stylish.”
    “I concur,” interjected one of the dignitaries standing next to Mr. Bradshaw. “It’s a job well done.”
    “Why thank you, gentlemen,” I replied. “I’m so honored and pleased you all approve of the hotel.”
    By now, the busy bartender had completed everyone’s drink and I found my hand clutching onto a martini glass. The rest of the men had secured their drinks also.
    “Yes, Aaron is quite an asset to our firm,” said Mr. Bradshaw as everyone took a sip from their cocktails. “He has made us all, including me, very proud we have him on our team.”
    “Yes, I do believe Aaron is quite the asset,” said a noticeable feminine voice from behind me.
    As I turned around, it was Tiffany who was fashionably late but well worth it. She finally made it downstairs from her temporary condo residence at the hotel. I fixed my eyes on her all black party dress which symbolized power and flair. It wasn’t anything conservative like the wardrobe I was use to seeing her in. This dress showed her tight curves, sexy legs, and even her breasts seemed bigger. Glancing down, she kept the black theme going with designer black heels showing off her red-colored well pedicure toes.
    “Ms. Towns, don’t you look stunning,” said Mr. Bradshaw as the rest of the gentlemen perked up at the bar. “We are so glad you could join us.”
    “I wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for anything,” she replied back. “Besides, it’s the weekend and I think we all need to let our hair down a bit.”
    “With that being said, may I offer you a drink?” asked Mr. Bradshaw still intrigued by her appearance.
    “Of course,” she said without any hesitation. “I’ll have a cosmopolitan.”
    As before, Mr. Bradshaw beckoned the bartender who quickly fixed Tiffany’s drink. For a short period, we all made small talk at the bar until a female hostess approached us. She told Mr. Bradshaw the table he had reserved for dinner was now ready and she promptly led us there.
    “So Aaron, I just wanted to once again congratulate you for your excellent presentation today,” said Tiffany as I held her chair out for her while she took a seat at the table.
    “Well, I am just glad that part is finally over,” I said taking my seat next to her.
    “Just remember to take account of your accomplishments along the way. It will make your road to continued success much smoother.”
    “No one ever explained it to me like that but I do agree with what you are saying.”
    We both lifted up our glasses and toasted to her point. Then simultaneously, we drank while she looked into my eyes. The ambiance at the hotel was magnificent that evening as the live jazz band was playing a classic Miles Davis tune. Mr. Bradshaw’s party had the best seat in the house for dinner, drinks, and simply listening to good music.

CHAPTER 9
    By the time I glanced down at my watch, I noticed it was a quarter past ten o’clock. Tiffany must have noticed the same by her comment.
    “Is it time to return to the wife and kids?” she asked without any reservations.
    “Yeah, just about,” I said finishing off my drink. “In my world,