Chapter 7 Desires

"I had an awful day." Greg set his empty glass on the exquisitely polished bar top. Big Tim the bartender filled it up.

At the Orlando Hotel bar, Greg leaned deeper into the cushioned back of the light red bar stool. Swivelling it a half turn, he glanced over the dimly lit room behind him. The room gleamed with a warm glow as discreet lighting reflected off the wood walls. The mahogany bar with gold finish itself curved around the room in an artistic sinuous bend. Lofty, red leather stools were pulled up to the bar. Small round tables spotted the floor, each of them boasting flickering candlelight. Soft strains of jazz piped in through overhead speakers.

In this bar, a man could relax and a lone woman could enjoy a quiet drink without being hassled. At the moment, the place was practically empty. There were two couples at the tables and at the far end of the bar, a woman alone, like Greg. Instinctively, Greg's gaze fixed on the blonde woman and he smiled. She gave him a long, wily l