Chapter 27 Short But Sweet One

As he sat in her lounge sipping a glass of cold white wine, his legs stretched out in front of him, his shoes cast off to one side, Steve listened to Sam - Samantha - moving around in the bedroom next door, wondering what he had got himself into. Taking another sip of the delicious Chablis, he looked around the room, taking in the décor and furniture of her cosy flat. He lay back in the chair, sipped his wine, briefly shut his eyes, and pondered how he had got to be there. It had all started an hour ago. It was Christmas Eve, and he had been at the usual Christmas drinks party at the office where they both worked. Steve was a senior manager. Coming up for 40, he had done all right for himself in the five years he had been at the company. As he was a bit shy, the Christmas drinks do was hardly his favourite event. Sam, on the other hand, loved it.