I tend bar in an exclusive club for men. Not an exotic girlie bar, a men only, million dollar deal kind of club. I was one of the first women to work at the establishment back in the 80's when I was young and...well perfect. I am no longer young, I will turn 40 this year. It doesn't really concern me, except for the fact that I am single, no social life to speak of, no lovers that are important. I have many male friends, most of the club employees are men. I have lots of lonely married clients that hit on me regularly. Alas, I am not that kind of employee...or human being. I have been told that my looks are still awesome, my legs are long and body still firm, I have long red hair with turquoise eyes...so why isn't someone interested in me is the question I have asked myself many times.

I usually work the day business lunch but on one Friday in Febuary I helped out a friend and worked the dinner hour. I was running late from an appointment and when I arrived at work, I changed clothes quickly and headed out to the bar. My uniform is a short, but respectable, black skirt worn with black seam hose and high heeled shoes, which kill my feet. I usually wear some kind of black low cut shirt to give the old guys a thrill!! I enjoy the looks that I get. As I exchanged some info from the girl that was leaving, a man sitting in the corner caught my eye. I know my customers, and this man was definitely new in town. His eyes were an incredibly strange shade of amber and I was like a moth to flame. I talked to a couple of my regulars and then casually asked if he needed anything.

I had noticed he was not drinking alcohol and I offered him a refill on his soda. He agreed and explained that he could not drink like he used to. I did not pry. I have many people who attend AA, but still come to the club for business lunches etc. so it was a common thing to hear. I had begun to notice that this stranger was handsome! Along with those eyes came a tousled head of blonde hair and beautiful smooth fair skin. He had a killer smile with straight white teeth, and sexy full lips.Wow...this doesn't happen everyday I thought.

I think he had noticed that I was day dreaming and he asked if I was OK. "You seem far away" He said.

I snapped back to the real world and smiled at this incredible man, "No, I'm right here." I answered. "Are you new to the city." I asked?

"Well, I am in town on some business and was supposed to meet a colleague here for dinner, he called awhile ago and had to cancel, some trauma at his office. My name is Blaine Adams, I own several hotels out west and I'm looking for locations to expand my chain."

"Wow, sounds great. How long are you going to be in town for?" I inquired.

"Well, now that my friend was held up today, a little longer than expected. I was to leave in the morning but now I must stay."

"Your wife must really be angry at you", I said.

He said, "Nope, not anymore, she left long ago."

Well that's perfect I thought, this man seems great...and no wife! I gave Blaine a sexy smile and he asked if I had a name, or if I had meant to keep him in suspense. "I am so sorry, my name is Chloe."

"That's one sexy name, bet your husband loves it," Blaine teased.

"No husband" was all I could blurt out. The game was on! I let Mr. Adams know that I would check on him again and that I had to tend to the other patrons. Most people leave the city early on Friday, but this day we were packed.

When I had a chance to get back to Blaine, he was getting ready to leave. He asked if I could call for his coat. I said sure, wondering why he would not just go around the corner and pick it up on his way out...but I called for it regardless. I told him that it was a pleasure to have met him and that I would look for him in the future.

Blaine gave me a sad look then, and I really could not figure him out. He said, "Chloe, I am not sure that you mean that."

Well I was confused! I then noticed a man approach Blaine with a wheelchair! I was instantly sick, my Lord, he can't be bringing that for Blaine...I would have noticed. Wouldn't I? Blaine is a cripple? I really was interested in him! A million things were racing through my mind, all of them terrible. The man pulled the chair close to Blaine's bar stool and I saw him sort of drop into it. I tried to appear not to notice, but I know that I had a look of fright. Blaine's legs ended well before the knee area, he had two very short stumps instead of the long toned legs that I had already attached to him!

I smiled sadly at him and said goodnight.

The evening eventually ended. As I returned home that night I could not get Blaine out of my mind. His eyes were so beautiful, his hair, those stumps. It just was a heartache for me. I started to think about how it must feel not to being able to walk. Amputee? It was not a word that I was used to. He seemed so great. I was in a full fluster. Was I so shallow that a body part would make a difference? I had never been posed that question before, and I thought about it. The more I thought about it the more I began to trust my thoughts. I decided that I would indeed have to see Mr. Adams again. I would try and find him. I needed to find him soon!

The next day I called Steven, the club manager and asked for his help. I knew that it was not our policy to do so...but I needed to find Mr. Adams.

He said, "Chloe, don't get involved with a cripple, you deserve more in your life, you are amazingly pretty. Let it go!"

Steven and I have been close forever and he had become to be like my brother, I ignored him and again asked for his help.

"Try the Ritz Carlton,, he said.

I hung up with Steven and called the hotel. The clerk told me that he was indeed staying with them, suite #224 and asked if I would like to be connected...

"NO" I said and hung up.

I got dressed and flew out the door. When I got to the hotel I proceeded directly to Blaine's room without being announced. I knocked...he answered. I was not prepared for the sight of him and I had started to cry. He was in his chair and he looked perfect from the waist up. He was not wearing a shirt and his belly and shoulders were formed like cement, smooth and firm. His hair looked like it had been slept on, but it was cute. Blaine had on a pair of shorts and the end of his stumps were showing, I could see the scars from surgery and I felt as if I would faint.

"Chloe, why are you here...why are you crying?"

I could not compose myself and he took my hand.

"Come in" he whispered.

As I stepped into his room I noticed his suit pants that were placed on an armchair, the legs had been sewn shut to accompany his stumps. I started to sob. "Blaine, I had to find you, I am sorry that it had to be like this...I could not get you out of my mind. I had to come. When we spoke at the club last night I had no idea that you were, you know, that umm, well".

Blaine came to me and said, "Chloe, I am an amputee, is that what you are trying to say?"

"I really was into you Blaine, I am confused, I have never met someone like you and it was such a shock! I feel attracted to you but guilty."

"Attraction can be good if for the right reasons Chloe, tell me what you are feeling?"

"I meet tons of people everyday...you were different, I wanted you as soon as I saw you, you are beautiful. Your arms, your eyes...everything!"

"You are very flattering Chloe, but you must live with the whole...or should I say half package."

I laughed and Blaine wheeled over to the bed and took both of my hands into his. He explained to me that he had been in an accident while on the construction site of a new hotel he was building. A steel beam had been dropped by a crane that he was near and severed both of his legs...he was 30 at the time. His wife ran like hell and he had to come to grips with his legless body alone.

"I wanted to die every time that I looked at myself. I hate the way I am, but I live it everyday, I have to. I have come to realize that no woman will ever want to be with a legless, wheelchair bound man. It's OK."

I can't explain what happened next except to say that "I knew"...I knew that I was the one meant to love Blaine. "Are you attracted to me Blaine?"

"My God, Chloe, who would NOT be attracted to you. You are a rare and perfect creature".

I started to cry when he said that and he pulled me into his arms. I felt that nothing could be wrong with a feeling that was this safe and one that had felt so right. I turned and seated myself on the front of his chair and held his body close to me. He was a perfect fit, even without his legs. Blaine brushed his lips against my forehead and whispered for me to explore.

I asked him to come to the bed with me and he complied. Watching as he effortlessly walked on his hands to reach me. It was amazing to me the attraction that flooded and flushed through me as I stared at him.

"Are you sure, Chloe?"

I answered him with a smile and he stroked my hair as if we had been lovers forever. A soft moan came from within me as he held me and kissed me tenderly. My whole body was rocked. He removed my shirt as he whispered that I was a dream. My God I thought, where has this man been? I held him tight. I was afraid that I was dreaming. I was going to make love to a man without legs. I was not afraid. It seemed that most natural thing I have ever done.

I felt his hard stomach and then moved down to his legs...or should I say stumps and I slowly massaged them. They felt nice, I liked it! I think that Blaine had sensed this and he began to kiss me deeply. I moved towards the headboard and he just watched as I lay down and put my feet on the wall.

"I think you would fit nicely in the remaining space, what do you think?" I asked.

The look of astonishment on his face was priceless. Blaine said, "I think this could be the start of something big." His hungry smile said it all.

I have never felt so satisfied. He was and remains an ideal lover.

I have spent several months with Blaine now, and am always amazed by him. His life everyday is difficult...more that people would ever imagine, but he is my constant hero. I let people know that he changed my life. Sometimes you need to look past your fears and fly. It has done wonders for my personal outlook on life. Loving Blaine is the most important thing I have ever done. He is my world.

Over this time Blaine and I have had many conversations about his amputations and he says that he would not go back to his "whole" state. He claims he would never have had a chance with me if it were not for his stumps. This always makes me laugh. To make his life easier I would grant him his legs if given the chance. But for my own selfish reasons, I would keep him legless.

Blaine has asked if it bothers me that he hates to use his state of the art artificial limbs many times. Although he is taller than me when he wears them, the pain shows in his face, and I can't live with that. He has been through too much and I love him in that chair! It is such a turn on for me now...I wait to hear his wheels on the hardwood floors as he returns home everyday.

It has become the second most beautiful sound in my world. The first is when he tells me he loves me!