Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(7)



The majority of the people in the room were clearly in their forties and fifties. Some of them were even wearing party hats with their ages written on them in glitter. There were a few younger people scattered about, but those people were holding serving trays or cleaning off tables.

There’s no way the woman I saw was middle-aged...

I made my way out to the pier and looked around. I leaned on the railing and looked both ways.

She wasn’t there.

I walked back and forth along the deck, aimlessly searching, trying to find her. I went back inside and waded through the crowd, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Hello there.” A woman’s hand landed on my shoulder, making me turn around. “What brings you out tonight?” She purred.

She was an extremely attractive older woman—I guessed at least fifty years old, and I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was the assertive type.

“Good evening.” I smiled. “I just came in looking for someone particular.”

“She’s right in front of you.” She rubbed her hand across my chest and batted her eyes.

Oh god...“Umm...”

“You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t interested in older women.” She reached up and playfully ran her fingers through my hair. “Those young girls don’t know how to treat a man right, do they? But I do. We should get out of here before someone tries to steal you away from me. My place?”

I started to say, “I’m sorry. I can’t do that,” but my breath caught in my throat once I felt her hand sliding down my pants.

I gently grabbed her hand and moved it away. “I’m not here looking for—I don’t... I was really here looking for someone else.”

“Oh my god! I’m sorry!” She gasped. “I thought...I’m so sorry.” She looked embarrassed.

“If it’s any consolation,” I said as I adjusted my pants, “you’re very attractive and I’m sure you’ll find the right guy soon.”

Before she could reply, I turned around and bolted out of there.

I walked into the security director’s office and shut the door.

“You’re here on time?” My best friend Corey rolled his eyes. “What am I supposed to be doing for you again? Stalking some woman you met?”

“It’s not stalking.”

“Whatever you call it, it’s highly illegal. But since you said it was love at first sight, I guess I can make an exception.”

“First of all, it’s not love. Second of all, I don’t even know who she is.”

“So, why am I hacking into the security footage of Pacific Bay Lounge at seven in the morning?”

I sighed. “Because you’re my best friend and an employee. Don’t act like this is against your morals or something, Corey. You do this all the time.”

“I do, huh?” He laughed. “What’s the time frame?”

“New Year’s Eve between eleven thirty and midnight.”

He began typing away at his keyboard and the twenty massive screens that covered his office wall began to illuminate in grids and static.

“Wait. You were having a business dinner that late at night? Since when do you agree to those?”

“Since the client is worth five hundred million dollars.” My eyes focused on the screens that were now showing people walking in and out of the lounge. “She was wearing a short black dress. Is there any way you could color code this thing by clothes or search for people by their hair color? She’s a redhead.”

He looked at me and raised his eyebrow. “You said you saw her on the pier, right? I’ll just tap into those cameras...Give me a second. They have some pretty outdated software...And surprise, there’s no audio, only visual...”

The screens started to show the pier action in slow motion. People were lounging on couches, drinking beers, and dancing next to the speakers.

“Wait.” I stepped closer to the screens. “That’s her. Pause it.”

The images suddenly froze and I looked the woman over again.

She was walking out onto the deck with a beer in her hand, slightly pursing her plump, pink lips. From the angle of the cameras I could see that her fitted black dress cut right above the top of her thighs and gave way to a set of perfectly toned legs. She was even sexier than I remembered.

“I’d probably waste company resources trying to find her too.” Corey nodded his head in approval. “You said she was fifty? She looks pretty damn good to be fifty. I say go for it. I would.”

“What? I’m not sure how old she is. She can’t be much older than me though.”

He pressed play on the video again and paused it when she leaned over the railing. “She has C-cups...Not bad.”

“How old are you again?”

“It’s a habit. If I had to guess, I would say she’s thirty or a tad bit younger. Any older than that, and she knows where the Fountain of Youth is hidden. Actually, now that I think about it, I meant to tell you that there was an article about—”

“Please not today.” I shook my head. “You need to stop reading those conspiracy books. There’s no such thing as the Fountain of Youth.”

“Really? Well explain Johnny Depp.” He crossed his arms.

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