Fields of Desire: A Business Trip

It wasn’t often that she accompanied him on one of his business trips, but it was an excellent way to keep from missing him. She stared down at her empty plate, her eyes taking in the lavishly decorated table. It all seemed so pretentious to a country girl, but what did she know of this high falutin’ life?

A successful farmer and businessman, her husband had been asked to moderate an economic forum. Yay – economics! Boy, that sure was a subject that got the blood pumping.

Not!

If truth be told, she was bored. More than once, she would have liked to throw something at the dude sitting at the next table. His cell phone seemed to delight in going off at random intervals. Then again, at least it was a break in the boredom. And some of the dirty looks people were giving the guy were downright funny.

Tiring of the current speaker’s droning voice, Stan looked out into the crowd of people from the panelist desk at the front of the room. Some of them weren’t all that enthralled either. His mouth turned up in a grin as he caught his wife staring into space. No, this wasn’t her cup of tea, but he was glad she’d come along. He’d probably have to ‘pay’ for it later, but that was okay. Just bringing her into the room and seating her at their table had been worth it all. There was something about her that was a ‘presence’ in any room. It was something she added simply by being there. And come to think of it, he knew what part it was.

She caught his eye and flashed him a mischievous grin. Shifting her chair just slightly, he watched her cross the loveliest pair of legs he’d ever seen. A little taller than average, she had legs that seemed to go on forever. They practically shimmered in the dim light of the banquet hall.

The little imp! She smiled at him, knowing full well that she was able to reach into his pants even across a crowded room. He tore his eyes away, feeling the heat rise in his face. Heat was not the only thing beginning to rise either. This was not a distraction he needed at the moment! The current boring speaker finally quit his dissertation and sat his rump down in his seat. The audience politely clapped, relieved he had finished.

Getting to his feet, Stanley immediately scooted to the podium to make a few comments and introduce the next speaker. He caught Marie’s eyes again and had to tear his away. The crowd, for its part, noticed not a thing. They even laughed at a remark he made while introducing the next speaker.

Seeming to catch his stride, and with his body finally ‘cooperating,’ Stan made the mistake of again looking at Marie. She seemed to be picking at some speck on the breast of her dress. She looked up at him again. It was a look he alone knew and had seen countless times. He almost groaned into the microphone.

Hurriedly finishing his introduction, Stan skittered back to his seat. He was wondering if he’d end up needing a chainsaw to deal with the wood.

That one did it. Marie smirked with satisfaction. He might never let her come on another one of his trips, but so what? It was fun to give his husband a little ‘poke,’ especially when nobody else in the room had a clue. In truth, she was very proud of him. Also, he’d covered his little ‘problem’ (actually a very ‘large’ problem, depending on how one looked at it) very well.

He looked sexy and powerful standing up there in his business suit. He was even wearing the power tie Marie had gotten him on one of his birthdays. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but it sure sounded good coming out in his confident, deep voice. And the crowd liked him, too, a whole lot better than the ‘dud’ that had just spoken.

Dragging a pen out of her purse, she wrote a small note, folded it up, and placed it in an envelope. Pulling aside an attendant, she whispered, “Would you please be so kind as to deliver this to the moderator – up there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Marie talking to the attendant. The attendant nodded, and Stan wondered if she was asking for more dessert. Not thinking of it further, he turned his attention back to the speaker. The guy was talking animatedly about the latest growth statistics for the state. Moments later, the attendant approached and handed off the note. Still not catching on who it was from, he absentmindedly opened it and read:

“Hey, Sexy Man. You better not put up any more boring speakers, or I just might start taking off my clothes in here to liven things up!!”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another.

He tore his eyes away, barely catching in time that his name had been called upon by the speaker. Embarrassed, and much to Marie’s amusement, he asked the speaker to ‘rephrase his question.’

That was enough for Marie. She didn’t want to destroy the poor man’s entire night, but it was fun to find little ‘cracks’ in Stanley’s sexy armor. Taking pen in hand again, she wrote out another note. She motioned for the attendant to come back.

“Uh… another note, Ma’am?”

“That’s right – give it to him.”

“I really don’t think I –”

“Just give it to him. And bring me –” Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her. “A what? I—”

“You heard me,” she said. She gave him a million dollar smile that nobody she’d ever met could resist.

“Uh—yes, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”

Watching the exchange from the podium, Stan stifled a groan as he introduced the last speaker. Maybe this was her way of saying she’d rather stay home? Another note landed on his plate for his reading pleasure, and the attendant wandered off. The crowd clapped politely, and the last speaker was off and running.

Returning to his chair, Stan looked up to see if anyone was watching him. Thankfully they weren’t, as the last speaker was a live wire. Opening the envelope, he pulled out the note and read:

“Gotcha, Sweetheart! Economics is not my forte. But tonight I am going to screw your brains out. I’ll be waiting for you. XOXOXO”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another.

He tore his eyes away, barely catching in time that his name had been called upon by the speaker. Embarrassed, and much to Marie’s amusement, he asked the speaker to ‘rephrase his question.’

That was enough for Marie. She didn’t want to destroy the poor man’s entire night, but it was fun to find little ‘cracks’ in Stanley’s sexy armor. Taking pen in hand again, she wrote out another note. She motioned for the attendant to come back.

“Uh… another note, Ma’am?”

“That’s right – give it to him.”

“I really don’t think I –”

“Just give it to him. And bring me –” Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her. “A what? I—”

“You heard me,” she said. She gave him a million dollar smile that nobody she’d ever met could resist.

“Uh—yes, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”

Watching the exchange from the podium, Stan stifled a groan as he introduced the last speaker. Maybe this was her way of saying she’d rather stay home? Another note landed on his plate for his reading pleasure, and the attendant wandered off. The crowd clapped politely, and the last speaker was off and running.

He looked sexy and powerful standing up there in his business suit. He was even wearing the power tie Marie had gotten him on one of his birthdays. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but it sure sounded good coming out in his confident, deep voice. And the crowd liked him, too, a whole lot better than the ‘dud’ that had just spoken.

Dragging a pen out of her purse, she wrote a small note, folded it up, and placed it in an envelope. Pulling aside an attendant, she whispered, “Would you please be so kind as to deliver this to the moderator – up there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Marie talking to the attendant. The attendant nodded, and Stan wondered if she was asking for more dessert. Not thinking of it further, he turned his attention back to the speaker. The guy was talking animatedly about the latest growth statistics for the state. Moments later, the attendant approached and handed off the note. Still not catching on who it was from, he absentmindedly opened it and read:

“Hey, Sexy Man. You better not put up any more boring speakers, or I just might start taking off my clothes in here to liven things up!!”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another.

He tore his eyes away, barely catching in time that his name had been called upon by the speaker. Embarrassed, and much to Marie’s amusement, he asked the speaker to ‘rephrase his question.’

That was enough for Marie. She didn’t want to destroy the poor man’s entire night, but it was fun to find little ‘cracks’ in Stanley’s sexy armor. Taking pen in hand again, she wrote out another note. She motioned for the attendant to come back.

“Uh… another note, Ma’am?”

“That’s right – give it to him.”

“I really don’t think I –”

“Just give it to him. And bring me –” Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her. “A what? I—”

“You heard me,” she said. She gave him a million dollar smile that nobody she’d ever met could resist.

“Uh—yes, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”

Watching the exchange from the podium, Stan stifled a groan as he introduced the last speaker. Maybe this was her way of saying she’d rather stay home? Another note landed on his plate for his reading pleasure, and the attendant wandered off. The crowd clapped politely, and the last speaker was off and running.

He looked sexy and powerful standing up there in his business suit. He was even wearing the power tie Marie had gotten him on one of his birthdays. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but it sure sounded good coming out in his confident, deep voice. And the crowd liked him, too, a whole lot better than the ‘dud’ that had just spoken.

Dragging a pen out of her purse, she wrote a small note, folded it up, and placed it in an envelope. Pulling aside an attendant, she whispered, “Would you please be so kind as to deliver this to the moderator – up there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Marie talking to the attendant. The attendant nodded, and Stan wondered if she was asking for more dessert. Not thinking of it further, he turned his attention back to the speaker. The guy was talking animatedly about the latest growth statistics for the state. Moments later, the attendant approached and handed off the note. Still not catching on who it was from, he absentmindedly opened it and read:

“Hey, Sexy Man. You better not put up any more boring speakers, or I just might start taking off my clothes in here to liven things up!!”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another.

He tore his eyes away, barely catching in time that his name had been called upon by the speaker. Embarrassed, and much to Marie’s amusement, he asked the speaker to ‘rephrase his question.’

That was enough for Marie. She didn’t want to destroy the poor man’s entire night, but it was fun to find little ‘cracks’ in Stanley’s sexy armor. Taking pen in hand again, she wrote out another note. She motioned for the attendant to come back.

“Uh… another note, Ma’am?”

“That’s right – give it to him.”

“I really don’t think I –”

“Just give it to him. And bring me –” Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her. “A what? I—”

“You heard me,” she said. She gave him a million dollar smile that nobody she’d ever met could resist.

“Uh—yes, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”

Watching the exchange from the podium, Stan stifled a groan as he introduced the last speaker. Maybe this was her way of saying she’d rather stay home? Another note landed on his plate for his reading pleasure, and the attendant wandered off. The crowd clapped politely, and the last speaker was off and running.

He looked sexy and powerful standing up there in his business suit. He was even wearing the power tie Marie had gotten him on one of his birthdays. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but it sure sounded good coming out in his confident, deep voice. And the crowd liked him, too, a whole lot better than the ‘dud’ that had just spoken.

Dragging a pen out of her purse, she wrote a small note, folded it up, and placed it in an envelope. Pulling aside an attendant, she whispered, “Would you please be so kind as to deliver this to the moderator – up there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Marie talking to the attendant. The attendant nodded, and Stan wondered if she was asking for more dessert. Not thinking of it further, he turned his attention back to the speaker. The guy was talking animatedly about the latest growth statistics for the state. Moments later, the attendant approached and handed off the note. Still not catching on who it was from, he absentmindedly opened it and read:

“Hey, Sexy Man. You better not put up any more boring speakers, or I just might start taking off my clothes in here to liven things up!!”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another.

He tore his eyes away, barely catching in time that his name had been called upon by the speaker. Embarrassed, and much to Marie’s amusement, he asked the speaker to ‘rephrase his question.’

That was enough for Marie. She didn’t want to destroy the poor man’s entire night, but it was fun to find little ‘cracks’ in Stanley’s sexy armor. Taking pen in hand again, she wrote out another note. She motioned for the attendant to come back.

“Uh… another note, Ma’am?”

“That’s right – give it to him.”

“I really don’t think I –”

“Just give it to him. And bring me –” Leaning over, she whispered in his ear.

He blinked his eyes and looked at her. “A what? I—”

“You heard me,” she said. She gave him a million dollar smile that nobody she’d ever met could resist.

“Uh—yes, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”

Watching the exchange from the podium, Stan stifled a groan as he introduced the last speaker. Maybe this was her way of saying she’d rather stay home? Another note landed on his plate for his reading pleasure, and the attendant wandered off. The crowd clapped politely, and the last speaker was off and running.

He looked sexy and powerful standing up there in his business suit. He was even wearing the power tie Marie had gotten him on one of his birthdays. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but it sure sounded good coming out in his confident, deep voice. And the crowd liked him, too, a whole lot better than the ‘dud’ that had just spoken.

Dragging a pen out of her purse, she wrote a small note, folded it up, and placed it in an envelope. Pulling aside an attendant, she whispered, “Would you please be so kind as to deliver this to the moderator – up there?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Marie talking to the attendant. The attendant nodded, and Stan wondered if she was asking for more dessert. Not thinking of it further, he turned his attention back to the speaker. The guy was talking animatedly about the latest growth statistics for the state. Moments later, the attendant approached and handed off the note. Still not catching on who it was from, he absentmindedly opened it and read:

“Hey, Sexy Man. You better not put up any more boring speakers, or I just might start taking off my clothes in here to liven things up!!”

Coughing, Stan put down his glass of water, his face tinting red in spite of himself. She’d succeeded in making him swallow it down the ‘wrong pipe.’ He caught her laughing eyes in the crowd. He wanted to make a face at her, but he was unable to do a blasted thing except sit there and take her taunts. Seeing him looking, she sensually rubbed one leg against another

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