Bill knew the one thing that could take the edge off and get him back on an even keel. Her name was Mai, or "Hanoi Rose" as she was more commonly referred to by his newly acquired expat acquaintances.
He smiled to himself as his mind drifted back to the cocktail party at the French embassy soon after he’d arrived. He remembered how awkward he felt the first time he attended one of these rather formal functions and recalled how he’d been stuck in another mindless conversation with the wife of a Belgian diplomate when distractedly glancing around the room noticed the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen float through the arches into the grand ballroom. All he could do was to drink in her image as she smiled and chatted amiably with the entourage of men that followed her into the room, there was something very special about her aura. What a strange thing to think about someone he'd never even met.
He couldn't take his eyes from her, she was bedecked in a magnificent long turquoise gown with high collar and was the epitome of the beauty and grace as she immediately drew in all those around her. He was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on her. Having to tear his gaze from her he now excused himself and went in search of another scotch and perhaps some fresh air.
Holy shit he said to himself under his breath as he strode toward the bar
Minutes later finding himself leaning against the bar he felt a hand slide along his thigh and rest on the cheek of his ass. He flung around only to find her standing there with a smile that could melt an iceberg.
Bill was dumbstruck, and for the first time in his life words failed him...
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