Chris Andrews could not believe his incredible luck. He went to the art show looking for an expensive addition to his extensive art collection and met Judy, an art dealer. They seemed to click right away and when he invited her to see his new luxury condominium, she said yes. She was appropriately impressed when the valet drove up in his Porsche 911. Chris had a couple of excellent years as a hedge fund manager and decided to enjoy the fruits of his labors. If his luck continued tonight, he would be in bed with her in twenty minutes – tops.
“Wow!” Judy exclaimed when she walked into Chris’s new condominium. “You go first class all the way.”
Chris smiled. “It suits my needs.”
Judy stood close to Chris and patted his chest. “I’ll bet you have a lot of needs. Oh my gosh! Is that suit handmade?”
“Yes. It is a William Fioravanti suit. I would be embarrassed to tell you the price.”
“I’ll bet. Very nice. I like it. It has to be at least $5,000.” Judy stepped back to admire the suit, but she noticed Chris’s passion being to show through his trousers. She laughed. “Are you happy to see me or is that a rabbit in your pocket?”
Chris laughed. “A cliché but cute!” He put his arm around her and started to kiss her.
Judy pulled her head back. “What is that cologne? I love it.”
“Clive Christian No. 1,” answered Chris as he tried to find the latch on the back of her dress.
“I thought so. Over $800 a bottle and worth every penny.” Judy reached back, unhooked the top of her dress, and turned around for Chris to unzip her.
Chris unzipped her dress half way when, “Oh, oh! My watch snagged on your dress. Hold still.” He untangled his watchband and unzipped her dress the rest of the way.
Judy turned around and looked at his watch. “Nice watch. Rolex?”
“Of course not. It is a Carrera.”
Judy started to untie tie his tie. “Silk tie. Nice touch of class. Dyed, not printed – 100% silk. Italian?’
“Good guess. It is from Napoli Coast - only the best.”
Judy removed his tie and folded over it a chair. She then helped Chris out of his jacket and folded it over the chair. She removed the pen from his coat pocket. “Montblanc,” she said half to herself.
Chris removed his shirt and handed it to her. Judy rubbed her hand over the shirt. “Egyptian cotton, of course,” she said. “Are these real diamond studs?
“Yes,” answered Chris, as he kicked off his Tanino Crisci shoes. “They match the white diamonds on the cufflinks.”
Judy slipped out of her dress. “They match your rings too. You are one classy guy. How much did this condo set you back?”
Chris looked Judy in the eyes. “I am not sure if I’m comfortable with this conversation. Why do you ask that?”
Judy put her arms around Chris and rubbed noses with him. “Because I like you and I might just stay the night. Undo my bra, will you?”
Chris stepped back and held her at arm’s length. “Now I am really uncomfortable with this conversation. I don’t like where this is going.”
Judy laughed. “I thought it was going toward the bedroom.”
“Judy, I am sorry, but I don’t think this is such a good idea after all. Let me call you a cab.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re joking, right?”
“Are you attracted to me just because of my money?”
Judy laughed. “What makes you think that? I think you are very handsome, but I would still be attracted to you if you had only money.”
“On second thought, the doorman will call you a cab.” Chris handed Judy her dress. “Good night, Judy.”