I like my women with a little more meat on them.”

 

I heard the sound of high heels clicking on tile and a moment later Kristina came around the corner.

 

“Mr. Riordan, it’s good to see you again.” She said. “Thank you for coming today, I know it’s a bit of a drive for you.”

 

“No problem at all.” I said.

 

“Should we go ahead and get started with the closing?”

 

“After you, sir.”  I motioned for Gabriel to proceed ahead.

 

Kristina turned to go back down the hall and Gabriel followed. The closing went as painlessly as could be expected. One of the assistants for the attorney handling the transaction came into the office and went over the paperwork with us, pointing out places to initial and sign. I had to resist the urge to stare at Kristina’s legs as I worked. She was wearing a light blue blouse and a short gray skirt. The skirt showed off her sculpted thighs. At one point, she caught me looking, and stared me straight in the eye as she shifted in her seat and crossed her legs the other way. She took her time doing it, and gave me a little smirk as she smoothed her skirt down.

 

I looked away and tried to concentrate on filling out paperwork to stifle the stiffening feeling in my groin. Gabe caught my attention as he reached for a bottle of water sitting next to him on the table. I glanced up, and he was smirking at me. I got through the rest of the closing by focusing on what the office assistant was saying, and making a conscious effort not to look at Kristina and her killer legs. As we finished the last of the paperwork, I stood up and offered a hand to Gabe, bracing myself for the bone crushing pressure I was about to feel.

 

“Gabe, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you. What do you say I buy you lunch as a thank you?” I said.

 

“Sounds like a winner. I skipped breakfast this morning. I could go for a bite to eat.”

 

I looked over at Kristina. “Care to join us?”

 

“Not this time, I’m afraid. I have a lot of work to do in the office today. Could I take a rain check?” She replied.

 

“Okay, but, I’m gonna hold you to it. You owe me one meal, my treat of course.”

 

“You have my number. Give me a call.” She gave me another gorgeous smile as she picked up a stack of papers and brushed past me out of the little conference room. I was admiring her petite backside when Gabe leaned over and whispered,

 

“Down boy.”

 

I turned to him as the office assistant opened the door for us to leave.

 

“Did you catch that thing with the legs?” I asked in a low voice as we left the office.

 

“Yeah, I caught that. To tell the truth, I was having a hard time not staring myself.”

 

“I’m going to ask her out tomorrow. I’d have to be an idiot not to.” I said.

 

We went out to the parking lot, and I offered to drive. Gabriel agreed and climbed into the passenger seat of my truck. We went to a nearby sandwich shop, and Gabriel recommended their meatball sub. I ordered us a couple of beers, even though it was only one-thirty in the afternoon, and Gabriel and I sat in our booth munching on sandwiches and making small talk.

 

After we finished our food, we ordered more beer and talked about movies, girls, food, sports, and everything in between. I was happy to find that Gabe was an avid mixed martial arts fan. We both had the same favorite fighters, and lamented the demise of the Pride Fighting Championship.