The Cheating Business Man
She knew the type and could spot them a mile away. She relished in toying with them, playing hard to get, enticing them to up their game until she caught them in her lair.
The dim lighting of the chandeliers, the starched white tablecloths and napkins, the crystal and real china all screamed money in the five-star hotel. I sat there wiping my lips as the waitress cleared the salad course from the table. I noticed her as soon as she entered, her strawberry-blonde hair in a bun with two strands on either side dangled down and framed her face. Our eyes met briefly, without any acknowledgment f...
