My Lord And I

21 Wolven Street, 4th Avenue, Nashville Tennessee, USA.

Candice took a deep breath, pulling her hair to the side on her left shoulder, she adjusted the helm of her short skirt and smoothed away any wrinkles.

Popping a mint-flavored gum into her mouth, she opened the bar door and strolled in. A hefty cloud of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, rushing into her nostrils. She barely kept herself from sneezing. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she scanned the dark room.

She scanned the place looking for….

“Trust me, Candice, when you see him, you will know. He always stands out in a crowd,” Bernice had said.

Shrugging away her thoughts, she squinted through all the smoke, peering at the tables, looking for anyone who might stand out….

There!!!

At the far end of the wall, there was a huge man, immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that looked to be customized and perfectly fitted to his body. His looks screamed wealth, taste and class.

Even though he was seated, she guessed he would be about six feet five inches tall. A great height difference over her petite frame of five feet four inches.

His shoulders were broad and finely built with muscles bulging the fabric of his black suit jacket, matching pants snuggled around strong legs and tapered down into black leather shoes. His face was a sculptor’s dream. Broad chin with high cheekbones, a flawless straight nose, full lips, and eyes the color of gold coins. A very gorgeous appearance, what was even more distinct was the long mane of black locks that fanned down his shoulders.

He was clean-shaven, neatly composed with an aura of confidence, unlike the hollow-eyed, haggard-looking men littered around this bar. While most of them looked average, he looked like he owned the damn place.

He was sitting alone with a tall glass of untouched beer in front of him.

Taking a wild guess, she walked straight to him. As she walked, she kept adjusting the length of her skirt. Bernice was the one who had picked out this outfit for her, it was feeling very uncomfortable.

She took the opposite seat in front of him and held out her hand “Sorry for keeping you waiting, I had some delay.”

The man didn’t take the handshake, he just stared at her.

Candice withdrew her hand feeling awkward “You are Mr. Wayne Wyatt? Correct?” she inquired, trying to be certain.

An emotionless face stared back at her “Yes, who’s asking?”

“Nice to meet you. Have you been waiting long?” She asked, unsure of his cold reception towards her.

He looked away from her, ignoring her presence completely.

Candice felt taken aback “It’s me Candice, your date for tonight.”

His head snapped back to her and a flash of surprise crossed his face as he gave her an ounce-over look, then slowly asked, “You are Candice?”

His eyes traveled the length of her body, from the low-cut V of her top, showing off her boobs, all the way down to the high slit that revealed her pale thighs.

“Yes,” she answered as her confidence began to fade.

She was uncomfortable under his piercing gaze, he seemed to be looking at her from head to toe, searching her, disapproving of what he saw. His eyebrows creased together with a frown.

What had he been expecting?

Candice felt her face redden with embarrassment. She was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake dressing this provocatively.

The ladies at the office who always got huge contracts, told her that men easily complied with women who were alluring, sexually attractive and fun-loving.

One boldly said, “If you continue to play by the book girl, you will never sit at the table.”

Another had whispered in her ear “Nobody is asking you to sleep with the clients, just play along with them and get what you want. That's how we do it.”