Not as planned

The man that I arranged to flirt with my wife just walked into the hotel bar and walked past our table. He was even more attractive in person. He was an immigrant Italian about 6’ and 180Lbs. He had brown hair and was wearing a blue slim-fit suit with brown dress shoes. His tie was still pulled tight to his collar as if he were going on a job interview.

It was apparent that my wife took note of the single sharp dressed man that had just taken the table next to our.

I jumped at the opportunity and asked him if he was just wrapping up his day or just starting. He smiled, replying in with an Italian accent, that he was just starting, but he was officially off the clock.

I asked him what line of work was he in and he replied that he was the owner of a massage business who specialized in high end law firms.

Making small talk I told him that the line of work I was involved in used a competitor to provide massages for the operators in the plant I worked for. We continued small talk until he was interrupted by a phone call.