Mixing Business and Pleasure

I had to visit London for a newspaper convention once three years ago, and I hadn’t realized until I got there just how ready I was for some companionship. The truth is, my marriage had been distant for several years, but I had justified it, thinking it was something everyone must go through.

She was working at the convention in one of the vendors’ booths, dressed in tight black business casual pants and a tailored blouse that hugged her body perfectly. She invited me to her company’s cocktail party that evening, and had a martini ready for me when I arrived. After several more, we conveniently discovered we were staying at the same hotel, and the only choice from there was whose room to stay in.

That was the first of several consecutive nights (and mornings and afternoons) with my London mistress . It was a business trip I’ll never forget.