She does

A few days later, you see Paula Creamer, the sexy LPGA golfer, come bounding into your office with a signed contract as she smiles at you and sits on your couch, dressed in her golfing attire.

"In town for a tour event and just came in off the course to bring this to you," she tells you, "because I thought about it a lot, and I really believe you're my man John."

"I could get used to hearing you say that I'm your "man" Paula," you tease her, just to see her sexy smile, trying really hard to resist the urge to part those sexy legs she has and take her right there in your office.

"Stop it John, you flirt," she playfully says to you, blushing, as she grabs your arm and pulls you down onto your couch with her.

"I may be a flirt, but I meant what I said Paula," you tell her as she looks deep in your eyes, brushing her hair back as she uncrosses her legs on the couch.

If she was inviting you to make a move on her, you figure you might as well see how far this goes.

Placing a hand on her thigh, just to gauge her reaction, you look into her eyes and lose yourself in the moment, placing your hands on the back of her head and kissing her, relief on your face when you feel her start kissing you back as you push her down on your couch and get on top of her.