At first Nora didn’t think about Michael taking her hand. It was her turn to be taken back. Shock was more the accurate word for the way she was feeling. Mostly because it was old romantic gesture. Something that you see in movie or read in some romance novel when the hero and female lead first meet. A man nowadays just didn’t kiss a woman hand and certainly not at the end of interview.<br/><br/>“ Good Day. Mr Dythil” She watched him in awe as he left. Her brow knitted in slight confusion. All the while she tried hard to ignore the twinge of pleasure that went through her body when he kissed her hand.<br/><br/>Shacking off the feeling she left the club and hailed a cab. As it pulled away her thoughts were not on the traffic or the people out the window. But rather on the man she just meet. She wasn’t completely sure what to make of him. One moment putting her at ease all while exuding authority and power. He unnerve her and riled her. If she knew anything this man was certainly going to keep her on her toes. The ringing of her cell broke her thoughts.<br/><br/>“ SOoo how it go?” Sarah asked once Nora answered the phone. She had been Nora friend since high school they went to different colleges. But the two stayed in contact even when Sarah moved to New York after law school.<br/><br/>“I got the position.” She informed her with a broad smile “I tell you everything when you get home” Knowing that her friend wouldn’t be able to stay on the phone. Well she wouldn’t  maybe not everything she thought.<br/><br/>“ Great I stop by and get some bubbly” There was rustling of paper.<br/><br/>“ Ahhh No I going back the club tonight, I want to keep my wits about me. How about tomorrow after work?” She asked Lord knew that she going to need her keep her wits about around Mr. Dythil, she thought. The two talked a little longer then ended their call.<br/><br/>It was nearly after seven that night when she walked into the club. Dress in a red silk dress. It had a sweeping neckline that gave just a hint of cleavage. The red silk dipped low in the back. The straight skirt of the dress hit just above her knees. Black stockings incased her legs. Black six inches stilettoes with red soles completed the look. Her dark chocolate brown hair was in a loose knot at the back her head.<br/><br/>Taking in deep breathe as she looked around the club. The place was packed the elite.  All were dress in tailor made suits and gowns. Nothing was bought off the rack by these people.  Gems seem to drip off the women ears, necks and wrist. There were cluster of couples talking and having fun.  Others were up in the second level in the private booths. Some you could people siting and enjoying drinks. Other not so much due the fact the heavy curtain were drawn The dance floor seem be alive with people dancing to the fast beat of music she didn’t recognized. She scanned the club for Michael but didn’t see him that didn’t mean that he wasn’t around. She moved further in the club trying to ease her nerves. Large crowds always made her a little nervous.Not that she could say why.