The Thanksgiving holiday meant little to me last year as business forced me to be away from my extended family. As the only single guy in the office, I often got the short end of the stick when it came to working over major holidays. Still, I hoped to make the best of it.

At the hotel bar, I had a really excellent cheeseburger and a cold beer. As I was enjoying a second brew for dessert, a hot chick slid onto the stool beside me and ordered a martini.

Her voice was a throaty purr that made me think of Lauren Bacall for all you old movie buffs — and I hoped that she knew how to put her lips together and blow.

“Hi,” she said, looking at me sideways. Her feline gaze held a hint of sexy promise.

I knew that look. It’s the one that says, “I’m open to... Read More