As I walk up to the swanky hotel bar, I see him sitting at a table off to the side, sipping a drink. He smiles when he sees me, and I sit down at the stool across from his. “I see you started without me,” I say teasingly.
“Only to make sure it’s good, of course,” he replies with a grin. He slides the glass across the table to me. “Gin and ginger ale. Give it a try.”
I take a sip and nod approvingly.
“I’ll get you one.” He gets up and walks toward the bar before I can protest. As he goes, I sneak a peek at the black tattoo that curls around his left bicep. I’ve always had a strange fixation on that tattoo. Maybe it’s just because it draws attention to his toned arms. He’s asked me to a drink so we can discuss the conference we’ve attended today. He and I have worked together for nearly a year now, yet I still find it difficult to keep my mind only on business when he’s around.