The picture became even more absurd as she laid eyes on the man whose voice had commanded her every waking thought and dream for the past seven days. Tom was short, just her height—not a deterrent, though she wished he was taller. Near fifty with thinning gray hair, he might have commanded her attention on the phone, but something sank in her heart noting the average looking middle-aged man in front of her. At first glance, he hardly seemed like a dominant man, but then again, this was real life and her fantasies would have to adjust. So brainwashed by her imaginings, she held the idea of him in her mind at all costs; she couldn’t falter, she absolutely wouldn’t. The initial impressions over with, she walked into the bar between the two men with her head held high and a sexy swagger to her
