I paused outside the bar, taking a moment to breath and relax. I was dressed for the occasion, high heels, stockings and a tight red dress. I checked my hair and makeup in the windows reflection. I’m 5”5’ with 34DD breasts, a tiny waist, and dark brown hair. I gave my reflection a wink, I looked good and that gave me the confidence I needed.
I opened the door and stepped into the pub, conversation didn’t stop, but I turned a few heads as I made my way to the bar. I saw him in my peripheral vision and my breath caught in my throat. The new owner, he’d bought the pub a few months earlier and he’s turned more than just a few heads since he’d taken over. He was tall, dark and handsome, the perfect mysterious stranger. All I knew was his name and that he was American, another intriguing detail that made him stand out in this rural English town.