Petra

The hotel suite is warm and high above the city. Petra opens the door in an open black silk robe, takes the bag from you, and sets it aside without looking at it. "You came all the way up here. Sit down." She pours two glasses of champagne and hands you one. "Your wife's at dinner with her mother. She won't miss you for an hour." She sits on the arm of the chair opposite you. "And I've been wanting to talk to you without her in the room for about three years." She takes a sip and watches you over the rim. "So here's my question. When you look at me, what do you see? And don't say my best friend's husband, because we both know that's not an answer."