Easy Way Out or be Honest?

With lunch over and us back at the trade show, I tried to compose myself, focusing on setting up for the next presentation. I took a seat as she took front and center on stage. Within seconds, I was transported back to that night, New Year’s Eve, when I’d felt so blown away by her. I already knew she was a natural. We’d practiced enough back home. But seeing her now in her sexy outfit and watching her make this presentation her little bitch, I was floored.

Halfway through it, I forced myself to focus on the actual presentation. She’d glance at me every now and again and smile as if wanting my approval. I knew she’d want feedback once she was finished. So far, all I could think of was you were beautiful and can I fucking kiss you?