“Thank you. You do understand, Lindy simply doesn’t trust FDR.”
As the German stood and started to leave he said, “There is someone here you need to meet.” He then nodded to the blond and she gracefully glided across the room, approaching his table. Her picture didn’t do her justice. She was easily the most beautiful woman Paul had ever seen.
“Hi Paul, my name is Margo, “ she purred, offering her hand.
Paul took a deep breath and still couldn’t speak. His mouth was so dry. He rose, taking her hand in his. After a couple tries, Paul finally spoke, saying inappropriately, “My, aren’t you something?”
“Why thank you” she replied smiling. It felt as though someone had punched him in the stomach leaving him out of breath and speechless. “May I sit down?”
Paul simply nodded. His knees buckled and he sat down, thankful the chair was still beneath him. “They told me you were young but they didn’t tell me you were so handsome,” Margo said, smiling sweetly.
Paul finally got his heart rate and breathing under control so he could speak. “Could I offer you lunch or dinner?”