I liked Marty's because the restaurant always had a corner booth for me. I liked taking clients out of the office, sometimes they felt less intimidated and it was nice for them to relax. I sat between Tina and Callie as we ate our salads. The booth was close and I could smell their respective colognes.

As we chatted, my leg bumped callie's occasionally. It was not entirely by accident. She had nice legs, long, shapely. Her skirt showed them off, too, not in a slutty way, but very sexy. When we had walked to the booth I had made sure I walked behind her, watching the way her curves moved inside the tight black fabric.

When Tina got up to go the restroom, I turned to Callie. "So what does your sister have in store for you during your visit."

She frowned, rolled her eyes playfully. "Who knows. Hopefully something fun. She's the only person I know in town."

"Except for me," I said.

"Yes well I don't imagine you're free tonight."

"And what if I was?" I said.

Like that. It just hung there. Callie's eyes betrayed her, growing just a hair larger as she took a steady breath in through her mouth. I could just see the tip of her tongue.

"And what if you were," she said, throwing the ball back in my court.

"Shall we dispense with the hypotheticals?"

"This is getting interesting," she said. Then giggled softly, breaking the tension. "I just met you."

"And?"

"And, what do I tell my sister - I'm supposed t be here visiting her."

"You tell her what you need to tell her, do you understand?" I said, firmly, with no hesitation. The smile on her face went away, her eyes big again. She let out a big breath this time, flushing a bit. "You tell her what you need to or you bring her along. I'm flexible."