#AskEmma

Prologue

Haley hovered to the right of his very broad shoulder.  She gulped down an awkward breath.  He did not budge an inch or look up…surely he knew she was there!  She racked her brain on how to get his attention. 

Um -- hey --- my name is ---.  Screw that!

‘Are you expecting company?’  Haley stood at the vacant seat in front of him.

‘Me synchoreíte?’ … Excuse me?

Greek!  Oh – la – la. 

She should have guessed he was European from the olive complexion, dark hair and  expensive suit.  Haley’s throat was suddenly parched.  She longed for her drink.

‘Do you speak English?’

His mesmerizing gray eyes softened.  ‘Yes.’

‘Are you with somebody?’

Haley had to wait an awkward few moments.

‘I was waiting for my banker.  He just stood me up,’ the accented voice tantalized her eardrums.

She did a silent fist pump.  ‘Are you seeing somebody?’

 The man leaned back, unhurriedly lifted his drink and sipped.  His gray eyes raked over her assessingly.  She sure asked a hell of a lot of questions, for a total stranger.  Though quite frankly, he was intrigued by this invasive species.  She had a beautiful angular face, captivating hazel brown eyes; sensuous lips; glowing brunette curls shaping her face and shoulders.  She was tall.  She wore a soft  silk designer business suit.  He could tell, she was in good physical shape.  Her shirt accentuated a narrow waist and … shapely curves.  He liked her confidence too.  All the time he was assessing her, she had not blinked once. 
She was propositioning him… no doubt about it. 

English women!

‘I prefer to do the pursuing, Miss ___’ his eyes held hers.

She ignored his prompting for her name and sat down.  ‘And I like to do my own propositioning …if I like what I see.’

Her eyes met his challengingly.  He smiled, emptied his glass and signalled the bar tender.