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I could feel him looking at me and I instinctively glanced down at my heavily exposed cleavage. The black cocktail dress I'd worn to the company Christmas party had a low neckline but it was tasteful not slutty. I'd picked it out when I thought my husband Jeremy would be joining me but he had gotten called into work at the last minute, leaving me solo, and I wasn't happy about it. I'd planned a nice surprise for him after the party and it was ruined. I had rented a hotel room upstairs from the venue and I'd even brought a few toys for us to play with. I'd worn his favorite tiny black thong panties under my dress and I had gotten a fresh Brazilian wax at a local spa just for him. I had prepared for everything except for him getting called in to work a new case, but such is the life of the wife of a homicide detective. He was often on call during holidays, nights and weekends and I had dealt with my share of disappointment during his long career in law enforcement. Selfishly I hoped his latest case would be ruled a suicide and he could make the tail end of the party. The odds of that happening should have been in my favor. More than half of the time when he was called into work it ended up being ruled suicide, but with my luck that probably wasn't going to be the case.

My name is Laura Bennett and I am a 42 year old mother of two teenage boys. My husband and I have been married for almost 20 years and we have built a comfortable life for ourselves in a suburb located southwest of Washington, DC. Jeremy works as a homicide detective in Prince William county and I am a bookkeeper for a government contractor in Loudoun county. I am reasonably attractive and I have a somewhat fit body, but in a middle aged mom-bod way. I run and exercise regularly but am naturally voluptuous with a soft, hourglass figure and I do have a slight tummy. That said, I get looks if I dress sexy and that's how I looked at the party.

I felt uncharacteristically vulnerable and exposed as I stood alone by the bar. I glanced furtively at my admirer to see if he was still looking and our eyes met. He smiled at me and a lump formed in my throat. My cheeks flushed crimson and my pulse quickened. I knew of him but we weren't friends or even acquaintances. His name was Kyler and he managed the company warehouse, while I worked upstairs in the finance department. We'd had no professional interaction in the more than seven years that I had worked for the company, but I'd seen him around. Several of the women that I worked with were quite enamored with him and I understood why. He was a good looking man with a gorgeous body but he was not my type.

Kyler was 6'5" tall with broad shoulders, big muscular arms and a narrow waist. He looked like he had been plucked from central casting at a movie studio for a role as an aging NFL linebacker. He had a shiny, dark brown complexion; short, salt and pepper hair; warm eyes; and a killer smile, but I was not often attracted to black men. I was not racist and I could certainly see their beauty but they just were not my thing. That being said, they seemed to like me. I couldn't believe how often I got hit on by black men when I was out alone or with friends. It seemed like every time that I went out with my girlfriends for our monthly night out I was approached by at least black guy. It happened so frequently that it had become a running joke amongst my friends and it even occasionally happened when Jeremy and I were out together. He was always a good sport about it and took it in stride, but for a police officer Jeremy was pretty laid back and chill.

Kyler smiled and I returned the gesture. I wished Jeremy was with me. He was always my safety net at functions like this, but I was on my own and when I got a text from Jeremy moments later, I knew before reading it that it was bad news. My heart sank as I read his text, telling me that he would be working all night. I was upset and over the next two hours I drank more than I should have at a work function. I'd always prided myself on being in control at work events, but not that night.

It was after 11PM when Kyler approached me while I stood by the open bar. I had spent most of the night chatting and drinking with coworkers from my department but he and I had continued to make eye contact throughout the night and we'd formed a distant, unspoken bond. The party was winding down and only the hard core drinkers were left to take advantage of the final 30 minutes of the open bar. My fifth gin and tonic was almost finished and I'd just ordered a fresh drink when he walked up to me and smiled. The first thing I noticed as he stood beside me was that he smelled fantastic and I discretely breathed deep,

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