52 The Encounter

Calvin Zhou sat on a bar stool in the dimly lit upscale club and slowly sipped the amber liquid in his glass.

A young woman sat down on the bar stool beside him and ordered a fruity flavored wine. She turned to him and smiled.

"Tough day?" She asked, making conversation.

He smiled in a self deprecating manner.

"Tough decade." He said in a rare moment of openness.

"My gosh, I'm sorry!" She said, seemingly genuine in her concern.

"The worst of it's over. Tough day for you?" He asked.

She smiled brightly. "Actually no. I'm celebrating. I went on a interview today and got the job!"

"Congratulations! I'll toast you." Calvin raised his glass and she met it with hers.

"Thank you! I'm Amy Ling by the way." She introduced herself.

"Calvin Zhou." He smiled faintly.

"It's nice to meet you, Calvin. Do you dance?" She asked. A slower c-pop song had just started on the dance floor behind them.

"I haven't danced in twenty-five years at least." He said.

Her hand fell on his arm. "Would you be willing to give it a try?" She coaxed him with her gentle smile.

He stared into her clear and pure eyes. She vaguely reminded him of Charlotte, except Charlotte would never drink with him or dance with him. He was really trying to straighten his personal life out. No more nagging wife, no more money hungry mistresses, and no more one night stands. This woman, though, was sorely testing his restraint.

Against his better judgment, he took her soft hand and led her to the dance floor. His hands slid to her waist while her arms wrapped around his neck. They began to dance in time with the music. The tension and chemistry between them was rising.

He told himself to stop, that he had a son her age, that a beautiful and gentle girl like her would never be attracted to a divorced middle-aged man like him. But his hands gently kneaded at her waist as her face inched closer to his. He couldn't seem to stop himself from kissing her. It was deep but gentle. His tongue pushed open her lips and teeth as he now hungrily explored her mouth. Her soft moans indicated she was enjoying his invasive tongue. When he pulled his lips back, they both were out of breath.

"Sorry about that." He murmured.

"Why are you apologizing? I wanted it too." She was blunt, this one.

They went back to their seats at the bar and he excused him to the washroom. He splashed cold water on his face. "Get it together, man. She's marriage material, not mistress material. You will not corrupt her innocence." He told himself as he stared into the mirror. The best thing he could do was leave.

As he exited the washroom awhile later he realized he'd been gone nearly thirty minutes. She had most likely left. He knew it would be for the best, but he felt a dull ache, as though he'd missed something important.

A commotion off to the side caught his attention. A man was half carrying, half dragging a woman toward the exit. Her dress seemed familiar.

Amy! His hear slammed in his chest. He knew something was wrong. He moved to block the man and asked him, "Where do you think you're going with my woman?" He was bluffing but the man bought it. He immediately released Amy and ran for the exit.

Calvin moved quickly and caught her before she hit the floor. Her bleary eyes struggled to stay open but a sweet smile flashed across her face.

"Calvin! Why am I so hot? So hot..." she pulled at her clothes.

"Crap!" He muttered. That jerk had drugged her.

"Come on, Amy. Let's get you out of here." He told her as he led her to his Bentley. His driver opened the door for them as he carried her in.

Calvin gave the order to take them to a hotel where he kept a suite. On the way there, Amy pulled at her dress and climbed all over Calvin.

"You feel good. Cool! I'm so hot. Help me cool down..." Amy was really suffering the effects now.

He struggled to get her into the elevator. She latched onto him like a koala, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She was passionately kissing him all over his face.

"Help me!" She moaned, tearing at his clothes, trying to press against his cool skin.

"But who will help me?!" Calvin muttered. She was tearing down all restraint and reason in his mind.

He struggled into the room and immediately went to the bathroom and ran a cold bath. He unceremoniously unzipped her dress and took off the rest of her clothes before placing her in the ice cold water.

Part of his mind said he was an idiot to turn down the opportunity for a night of passion with a beautiful young woman. The other part of his mind said that this woman was special, and he couldn't defile her when she was drugged.

After awhile he realized she had fallen asleep in the tub. He lifted her out and dried her with a towel and wrapped her in a bathrobe. She stirred and mumbled through out the process but didn't wake up. He pulled back the bedding and placed her on the bed.

He took a long, cold shower for his own good and climbed into the bed beside her, turning out the light. Just as he almost drifted off to sleep, Amy rolled toward him in her sleep, seeking his warmth. She cuddled up to him like a little kitten.

"Mmmm." She mumbled in his ear. He felt fire burning in his nether regions and he stiffened. It was going to be a very long night.

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The next morning, Calvin woke up to Amy wrapped around him like an octopus. He groaned. It looked like he'd be starting out his day with a cold shower before work.

"Hey, Amy, wake up." He gently shook her. She mumbled incoherently.

"Amy, didn't you say you start a new job today?" He asked.

She bolted upright in the bed.

"Oh crap! What time is it? Wait, why am I here? Why are you here? Oh no. Ohhh no!" Amy's emotions ran the gamut of panicked about work to panicked about her virginity.

"Calm down. Nothing happened." He tried to sure her.

"Well then what did happen?" Her voice was anxious.

"Some jerk drugged your drink and I intercepted him carrying you out. I brought you here so you could take a cold bath and get it out of your system. Then we went to sleep. That's it, I assure you." Calvin explained.

"Thank you! Thank you so much. Why didn't you, uh, I mean, no one would've blamed you if you'd done something else. Why did you help me?" She asked.

"Because as much as I would like to take you to bed, I want you to consent." He was straightforward.

"Thank you! Oh my gosh, there should be more men like you in the world!" She said exuberantly.

He frowned. He wasn't worthy of her praise. He wasn't a good man at all.

"Get dressed and I'll drop you off at your new job. Where do you work?" Calvin asked.

"Zhou and Associates Real Estate Corporation. That's a mouthful but I better get used to it." She giggled.

Calvin froze.

"What position are you filling?" He asked hesitantly.

"Personal Assistant to the CEO." She said.

Calvin face palmed himself. Great. This was just great. He basically just told his new personal assistant he'd like to have sex with her. After a night of sharing the same bed.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked.