‘My word Aunt Laura. You look gorgeous and alluring in the dress. Thank you for wearing it.’
He was wearing a black turtleneck covered with a white suit jacket. He looked spectacular with his blonde hair now brushed back. I expected him to whip out a pipe to add to the whole look. I thought I was looking at James Bond.
‘Let’s sit in the library and talk and drink wine.’
Of course, the library was impressive. Walking along the walnut walls with bookshelves that were populated with classic titles. I assumed they were pricey originals, but I had to ask.
‘Originals?’
‘Most of them. I bought a bookstore that had access to a catalog of rare originals. I snapped them up primarily as an investment.’
Of course. This guy is unbelievable.
There were two comfortable oversized chairs opposed across a table. The white wine was chilled in a bucket off to side. Wine glasses sat on the table beckoning to be used. Robert and I had never seen this room. It was back off the flow of the living area.
Jamie poured. He filled the glasses mid-way. He picked up and offered me mine.
‘To Aunt Laura. The best aunt I have ever known, and I hope to get to know better tonight.’
We clinked and drank.
‘So how was your day?’
This started an amazing conversation. He was so talented in listening and interjecting savvy comments about my team. I felt so at ease talking to him about it. He was business smart, athletic, generous, kind and most of all sexy. After 4 full drinks, Jamie asked.
‘You only have men on your team?’
‘Yes, at this time. It more or less happened that way.’
‘You are such a control freak; things just don’t happen to you!’
‘Well, your Uncle had something to do with it. When he semi-retired and we merged his practice and I took control, he had some ‘good old boys’ that he asked me to take care of.’
I took this opportunity to explain what happened in the last meeting.
‘You did what? One of your partners attacked you? Are you making this up? It is unbelievable!
‘No lie, it happened sorry to say. I had no choice.’
‘Where did you learn to defend yourself like that?’
‘I have been boxing since college. I don’t do it competitively although my coach believes I would do well. He also taught me what he calls street fighting. He says when you are attacked you aren’t going to meet in the middle and touch gloves.’
‘Why did you start?
‘I was assaulted at a frat party. He was wild drunk, much bigger than me. He convinced me to go to his room. He shut and locked the door and proceeded to force me to have oral sex with him. When he tried to shove it down my throat, I grabbed his balls hard. He screamed and fell to his knees and then started rolling on the floor.
The door was locked, I couldn’t figure out how to get out. He recovered and threw me on the bed and raped me. He slapped me around while he did it. I was kicking and screaming loud. Eventually two of his frat brothers broke down the door. They pulled him off of me and dragged him out. Someone called for the police. I just laid there. I was mad at myself. I promised myself that this would never happen again, I would never be assaulted again, never again, never, never, never.’