Chapter 1

My name is Jenna Bishop and I have a story to tell. Allow me to go ahead and get the biographical stuff out of the way. I’m thirty-six years old and the CEO of a nationwide marketing firm. I have an MBA in Marketing from a very prestigious school and our company does quite well. My company is just one of the companies my family owns.

Me personally? I’m 5’6” tall, 125 pounds in my stocking feet, and if you’re just dying to know, I’m a 34C topside so if you’re looking for a big boobed bimbo, wrong lady. I have shoulder length black hair and blue eyes from my father’s side. Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not runway model material but I can turn a head when I want too. Now the downside, I have one failed marriage that lasted three years after I determined he just wanted a piece of the family pie and I was his pathway to getting it. He said and did all the right things to get me in his bed and a ring on my finger. I was twenty-four, naive, stupid with little sexual experience. The one thing he did do was teach me about sex. I found I loved it. Not that I’m a nympho but I have a healthy sexual appetite and he taught me how to use it. But, my Ex also found that he had too much appetite for just one woman and was spreading it around, so with my father’s persuasive powers, he decided he needed to accept my divorce terms and take a hike. Hopefully nine years later, I’m older and wiser.

I date occasionally and as much as I love sex, it just has not been in the cards as I’m much more particular about who I go out with and keep the boundaries I set for myself. My career and position also require a high degree of discretion and professionalism in private as well as publicly. I know that many in senior leadership positions feel it’s not proper to socialize with others that report to you. I am not one of those. I do go out after work social hours with some of the women from the office. I keep my alcohol intake and behavior within the boundaries of my position and we all seem to enjoy each other’s company. It also keeps the office gossip to a minimum.

This was one of those days, Thursday, November 2nd. That date is the most important day of my life. I had joined Jane, Susan, and Alexandra at our favorite watering hole about eight miles from our office. That seemed far enough away that we probably wouldn’t run into anyone we knew. We have a cocktail and even dance from time to time with some of the male patrons. I seldom take them up on their request but the other ladies do.

I was sitting at a table with my three coworkers when a young man walked up and said, “Excuse me, Ma’am. Could I have the privilege of a dance with you?”

I started to say, “Thanks, but...” I turned and looked into the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. I was mesmerized.

Without another thought, I responded, “Yes ... Yes, I’d love.too.”

My three friends looked at me like I had three heads.

Jane said, “Jenna, are you sure? He doesn’t look old enough to even be in here.”

He said, “Ma’am, I’m twenty-two.”

He took me by the hand and escorted me to the dance floor where a slow song was playing on the sound system. He took me in his arms and we began to sway to the music. As we danced, I stared into those magnificent eyes as he gazed into mine.

I said, “My name is Jenna and yours?”

“I’m pleased to meet you Jenna. I’m Rob. Rob Cohen. Do you come here often?”

I said, “Maybe once or twice a month. My friends and I come here occasionally to decompress after work. How about you, Rob?”

He said, “This is my first time here. Seems like a nice place. Quiet and cosy. Jenna, I hope I’m not out of line here but you’re a beautiful woman. Thank you for dancing with me.”

I said, “Thank you for asking and no, a lady always likes to hear that her efforts at being attractive are appreciated. Thank you.

I smiled as he pulled me closer. The song ended and another began.

He said, “Do you mind if we stay out for another?”

I don’t know why I agreed but I did. His eyes never left mine and strangely, I lost any inhibitions about returning his attention. When this song ended, he returned me to my table and thanked me. I felt ... what? I don’t know? Disappointed that our dance ended? I watched him as he asked other unaccompanied ladies to dance and felt a twinge of jealousy as some of the ladies made no effort to hide what they wanted. He was a young, blonde, blue eyed Adonis. I found myself catching his eye from time to time. My friends got up to leave.

Susan said. “Jenna, you coming?”

I said, “In a bit. I want to finish my Margarita.”

She looked at me then at him. With a little smirk she said, “Yeah, you want to finish something alright but it’s not that Margarita.”

It would have been beneath me to flip her off but I thought about it. As my friends walked out, I turned my attention to the dance floor where Rob’s current dance partner was rubbing herself all over him. Her nylon clad thigh was against his crotch. There was no way he could help not having a boner.

When they finished the dance, he walked back over to me.

He said, “Jenna, looks like your friends left you here all alone? May I have another dance?”

I almost jumped up into his arms but tried to remain demure. He led me to the dance floor and this time I melted into him. This time, he put his hand behind my head and gently pulled me to where my head was resting on his chest. I took in his male scent and closed my eyes as we swayed to the song. I could feel the beat of his heart.

I said, “Rob, I really like this ... by this, I mean dancing with you.”

He said, “I know, Jenna, I feel it too. The whole time I was dancing with those others, my mind and eyes kept wandering back to you. Jenna, would you have dinner with me tonight? It’s almost dinner time and I would be honored if you would join me.”

“I dunno, Rob. We just met and I know we feel a connection but I’m a lot older than you. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable having dinner with a younger woman?”

“Jenna, I want to get to know you better. You are so beautiful. Please?”

“Ok, Rob, I’ll meet you somewhere. A girl’s gotta eat too. How about that little diner on the corner, three blocks down?”

“Great, Jenna. I’ll see you there.”

We sat there across from each other waiting for the other to make the first move so I asked, “What do you do, Rob?”

He said, “Well, I go to school on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and work as a produce manager in a grocery store. If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you? You look maybe twenty five or six? What do you do, Jenna?”

“Wow, Rob, you do know how to make a girl feel attractive. Actually, I’m thirty-six and I’m in Marketing. I know, kinda boring. Rob, I hope you won’t be insulted but how old are you ... really?”

He looked away and said, “Nineteen but I look a little older.”

“Jesus, Rob, I’m almost old enough to be your mother. How did you get into that bar this afternoon.?

He showed me his fake ID which stated he was twenty-two.

I laughed and said, “ I remember those days. I still have my old adult ID in a drawer somewhere. Are you ready to eat? I’ve got to get home.”

We drove separately. I was in the company-owned Toyota Camry and he was in an old Mustang, probably one from the late 80’s but I’m no car expert. We sat and enjoyed a tasty but I wouldn’t call it an A rated meal but it was close.

As I sat there studying and conversing with this young man, there was a connection between us I didn’t understand. He seemed very mature for his nineteen years and I had that tingling in my stomach. I was enjoying his company more than I should.

He said, “Jenna, I can’t tell you when I’ve enjoyed being with someone as much as I have being with you this evening. I know you may not want to give me your phone number but if I give you mine, maybe we could do this again sometime if you felt like it.”

He wrote his number on a napkin and handed it to me. Then he took out his wallet which I glanced at as he took out the three twenties that were in it and put it on the table with our check. The check was $44.00 and change. It looked like between the bar and dinner he was tapped out but I wasn’t going to embarrass him by paying the tab.

As I drive home, his eyes haunted me, his voice still rang in my ears and when he touched my hand or arm, it sent goose bumps all over me. Then, reality hit. My brain went back to work and said, “Don’t even think about it. He’s way too young for you not to mention your parents would die.” Nevertheless, it was a nice evening as I pulled into my parking lot. I parked the Camry along side my Porsche and the Bentley. I seldom drive the Bentley which has less than a thousand miles on it. My dad thought I needed to look the part. The CEO of his largest company should drive nothing less so it just sits unless I’m attending a high end gala of some sort which seems to be getting more often.