Chapter 6

Dan went to the washroom, then returned to the empty table. He sat and sipped on his warmed drink, then looked at his watch. It was only ten thirty, and he was contemplating calling Karen to come for him.

“What are you doing sitting here by yourself? Where are Rita, Trayvon, and Tracy?” Angie Davis asked, stopping at his table.

“I guess you can say I was dumped. Rita had a better offer from Trayvon and Tracy, so she’s staying with them,” he replied, his eyes taking in her slender beauty wearing a short, low-cut wraparound dress.

“I can’t imagine any woman dumping you. Come and join Martin and Anna at a table, and you can save me from my husband, who is being his usual jerk self. We can have a few dances together.”

“That’s way better than sitting here alone.”

Dan stood, and she smiled at him, his eyes taking in her revealing cleavage. She surprised him by taking his hand to guide him towards their table. Dan wanted another drink and offered to buy one for Angie, and she accepted. He noticed Rita, Trayvon, and Tracy stopping at the bar to return the key card, then left.

Dan was introduced to Angie’s husband, George. Martin and Anna broke their kiss, and he removed his hand from inside her dress. He noticed his haphazard appearance, his shirt half out of his pants, his tie all cockeyed, and a drunken expression as they shook hands.

Dan sat on Angie’s left, her revealing cleavage gave him a good view. Martin and Anna were quite frisky, with her hand moving under the table and her letting his hand return inside her dress.

Dan and Angie exchanged toasts and touched glasses. He noticed George looking at every woman that walked past and seeming to rub his crotch.

“Hey, babe, aren’t you a hot looking one?” He said that to someone passing by. “Getting any?”

“George, stop being so obnoxious,” Angie complained.

“Angie, you are a hot looking one too,” Dan mentioned to her ear.

“Glad you noticed,” she said, taking his hand. “Why is it that it seems like a compliment from you and an insult from George?”

“I should have said you looked sensually beautiful.”

Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for the compliment. At least you notice me more than George.”

“I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of you.”

Angie watched George’s head looking at women on the dance floor and walking past him. She took a good, long swig from her drink, then stood. “Let’s dance,” she said, offering her hand. He readily accepted, and they went to the floor.

Martin and Anna didn’t care about George sitting with them as they kissed, his hand going under her short dress and her hand pulling down his zipper.