Tempting, but no.

“Complaining, no.” You answer with mixed emotions. “And I appreciate the offer, but I will have to beg off. I've never had a woman try to steal a date with me, especially one that looks like you, but it would hardly be fair to Mary. I would give the Athenaeum a call tomorrow, they have no problem letting accredited appraisers in.”

For a moment the mysterious Ms. Kyle gives you a judging gaze. “I still would like to deal with you.” She gives a polite smile and gently raises her left hand up to your jacket's lapel. With terrifying ease she removes your wallet from the inside pocket without you even feeling it. Opening the billfold with but one hand she produces a business card seemingly out of thin air with the other and carefully slides it in and closes your wallet.

“I'm staying at the Halldorf Hotel. I'm a night person so come by anytime, I'll probably be by the pool.” She then opens up your jacket and slides your wallet back into the inside pocket. This time her fingers gently slide across your chest. Her mere touch is electric. You have never felt such a physical desire for a woman before.

Softly pressing down on your wallet from the outside of your jacket, as if securing it in place, she adds, “I'll be in town for two nights. I do hope you come by.” With that she gives you a quick peck on the cheek. The gently caress of her hair and lips causes your manhood to twitch, and the she turns to leave.

“Oh.” A mousy thin redhead cleaning her glasses startles back as the curvy raven haired beauty almost walks over her. Dropping her glasses and pocketbook on the ground she quickly apologizes. “I'm so sorry, I'm looking for David Anderson apartment. I'm afraid I'm a bit lost.”

Kyle bends down, lady like at the knees, though you cannot help but to check out her shapely legs and fine rear, which are now quite highlighted by her crouching position. After picking up the woman's pocketbook and glasses, the buxom Gothamite offers the woman her glasses. “There not broken.” She smiles. “And your in luck, this is Dr. Anderson.” And nods towards you.

“Thank you.” The woman, who you guess is Mary Novak, puts her glasses on and gives you a shy smile, seemingly pleased with your appearance. But then she looks back at the emerald eyed goddess. “Oh my.” She stutters out loud as she looks over Ms. Kyle's model like face, devastating curves and fashionable attire.

“Don't worry.” The black haired beauty says to the shaken redhead. “He's all yours.” And begins again to walk away.

“Is this a bad time?” The clearly shaken Ms. Novak asks you.

“Um.” Is the only sound you get out before Ms. Kyle turns back around.

“How silly of me.” She apologizes with a calm and certain voice. “I almost walked off with your pocketbook. Here you go.” And hands Mary's bag back to her and then leaves you two.

Watching Kyle's perfectly shaped firm ass move down the corridor is quickly cut short as you realize Mary is watching you.

“Who is she?” The redhead asks, clearly concerned and you surmise maybe less then pleased.