She had been watching him for 15 minutes before their eyes finally locked. He smiled. She smiled and ducked her head. She could tell he was approaching her table. She self-consciously pressed her lips together, fluffed her hair and tugged at her low cut neckline.
“Hello,” he said. “Can I buy you a drink?”
She nodded. “Won’t you join me?”
They were both silent, grins fixed on their faces- placeholders for actual conversation for a few minutes.
Suddenly she blurted, “I don’t do this often.”
“Drink?” he asked.
“Well, that and go out.”
She gave her blouse another tug upward.
“Do I make you nervous?” he asked.
“No, yes, no, not really.”
She sighed.
“I sound like a crazy person, don’t I?”
“Not at all, You sound real. You just need to relax. Would you like to dance?”
She extended her hand to him and he led her to the small dance floor. The combo was playing soft jazz that demanded very slow dancing.
“My name is Viggo...”
“Shh,” she said as she pressed her fingers to his lips. “No last names tonight. I’m Beth.”
Viggo gathered Beth in his arms and drew her to him. She tried to hold her body away from his but his heat called out to her and soon she let herself enjoy the feel of his hardness against her.
Beth had come out to the club tonight to have fun. She didn’t want to feel guilty about that. Her life needed some romance and Viggo was certainly doing his part as he crooned in Spanish in her ears. His hands wandered over her body - her back and moving lower to her hips and for a moment, her ass.
Her body was reacting to the beat of the music and the pulsating heat emanating from this man Viggo.
Soon Viggo lead Beth back to their table and their drinks. Beth felt giddy but she didn’t hesitate in downing her mudslide. She wanted to feel everything tonight - dizzy, happy, sexy.
Viggo sipped his whiskey and began spinning tales. His voice was soft and so sexy that Beth wasn’t paying attention to the words. Instead she focused on how the words tumbled from his sensuous lips. How the words formed a train of sound that vibrated not just on her eardrums but on her soul. Beth was mesmerized by this man.
She managed to respond to Viggo’s stories in a coherent way, disguising her desire for him. As the night wore on, they danced some more and Beth was flying. Every nerve in her body was sparking - she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this alive.
Finally the club closed and Viggo walked her outside to catch a cab. While they waited, Viggo cracked a joke and Beth turned to him laughing. At that moment, she knew she had to taste him. Beth drew close and placed a tentative kiss on his cheek. Viggo cupped her face and kissed her lips. Beth felt a fire engulf her insides but it was a blaze she didn’t want extinguished.
A few minutes, they breathlessly broke apart.
“I really need to go,” Beth said
“Can I see you again?” Viggo asked.
“Very soon,” Beth called as her taxi arrived.

**************
At home, Beth’s body was still reacting to that kiss. She had kicked off her shoes and was removing her jewelry when her husband came home.
“What took you so long?” she asked.
Her husband, Mike, chuckled as he pulled off a sandy-haired wig.
“I had to walk six blocks to find a bus stop.”
“I’m sorry - you could have shared my cab.”
“How was I? Was I a convincing Viggo?”
Beth blushed a little.
“The dim lighting at the club helped and my imagination filled in the rest but I have to say it was more than just the looks this time. How did you know?”
“Know what moves Viggo would use?” Mike said. “From you.”
Beth looked confused.
“I did my homework by reading one of your Viggo stories.”
“What? When?”
Mike shrugged out of his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt.
“You had left a story up on the computer one afternoon. I bookmarked it for later reading. I have to tell you, Beth, if you had just let me read some of your stories before I’m not sure we would have needed this fantasy night out.”
“That’s why you agreed to be Viggo tonight?”
“Not at all. I said yes before I read your story. Beth, we’ve been married 20 years. I was willing to try some role-play to make you happy.”
Beth giggled.
“You have no idea how happy. You were very, very good at being Viggo. If we had shared a cab ride home, I may have ravished you in the back seat.”
Mike wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh really?”
He took her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom.
“I think this situation deserves immediate attention,” Mike murmured as he nuzzled her neck. “When I read your story, I paid particular attention to the love scenes. I found them quite informative.”
“Really?” Beth whispered as her body reacted to Mike’s ministrations.
“Seemed to me it was a blueprint of how to make love to you.”
“Like you already don’t know how to do that,” Beth said.
“Why don’t I show what new tricks this old dog can remember from your story,” Mike said as he moved her toward the bed.
Mike unbuttoned Beth’s blouse, running his fingers over each inch of uncovered skin.
Beth shivered as she said, “Remember next month, you get to choose a fantasy woman for me to be.”
As Mike moved to kiss her, he murmured, “You’re all the fantasy woman I need.”