Liplovinman
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It was close to the holidays, too close in fact, the road were icing over, the cars as well. Chris Malcomb was not used to this weather and the sooner he got back to the West coast, the better.
For the past three months, he had been consulting with a large retailer on Michigan Ave in Chicago. The 90 day project was renewed in October for an additional 90 days, pushing him right up to Thanksgiving. Winter had already arrived, and he was not prepared for any of it. Sadly, though the women in the Midwest were just as available as those in California, they wore more layers than an Eskimo, and Chris was a watcher. Fashion was at an all time peak, but so were the allotment of sweaters, coats, hats, scarves etc... He would have to steady himself and wait until returning to the coast.
It was his last week, thank god, he thought, no time like 60 days ago to get the hell out of here. What he hadn't expected was the attractive daughter of the boutique hotel to take an interest in him. She was almost 30, he surmised, but he did not want to voice that opinion to anyone. He, just turning 50, at a dinner in the hotel dining room, was certain that as a heavy spender, she "looked after" all the worthwhile accounts in the hotel for her father. What man would not appreciate the fawning of a younger woman who might, after all, want more than just to keep a spender happy.
He had heard her name earlier in his visit, but most referred to her as Ms Levin, staff and guests combined, he had fallen into the same habit. When she approached his table, he looked up at her and breathed a sigh, what a lucky catch for someone, if she ever allowed it.
For the past three months, he had been consulting with a large retailer on Michigan Ave in Chicago. The 90 day project was renewed in October for an additional 90 days, pushing him right up to Thanksgiving. Winter had already arrived, and he was not prepared for any of it. Sadly, though the women in the Midwest were just as available as those in California, they wore more layers than an Eskimo, and Chris was a watcher. Fashion was at an all time peak, but so were the allotment of sweaters, coats, hats, scarves etc... He would have to steady himself and wait until returning to the coast.
It was his last week, thank god, he thought, no time like 60 days ago to get the hell out of here. What he hadn't expected was the attractive daughter of the boutique hotel to take an interest in him. She was almost 30, he surmised, but he did not want to voice that opinion to anyone. He, just turning 50, at a dinner in the hotel dining room, was certain that as a heavy spender, she "looked after" all the worthwhile accounts in the hotel for her father. What man would not appreciate the fawning of a younger woman who might, after all, want more than just to keep a spender happy.
He had heard her name earlier in his visit, but most referred to her as Ms Levin, staff and guests combined, he had fallen into the same habit. When she approached his table, he looked up at her and breathed a sigh, what a lucky catch for someone, if she ever allowed it.
