The music spilled from the club doors in slow, sultry waves. Inside, laughter mingled with the clink of glasses and the sweet haze of smoke and perfume.

At a small table near the stage, Judith laughed with effortless charm. Her red lipstick smudged just enough to suggest she didn’t mind or...an obvious bait for your attention. She had her eyes on you since you walked in. It hadn’t taken long for her to act on it.

“Thanks for letting me crash your night,” Judith had her elbows over the table surface. It was obvious how little she was trying to hide her desire.

“You’ve been...unexpected company.”

Across from her, your glass of red wine caught the low light. The jazz slowed in the background, leading into a romantic-feel atmosphere. Her gloved hand drifted closer, brushing your fingers just barely.

“I don’t think I’ve tried that before,” She murmured, nodding toward your drink.

“Mind if I have a taste?”

But her eyes weren’t on the glass. They were on your lips.