Me and Eva

Lobby of a luxury hotel in *****..

No lies. Today, just after lunchbreak, our PR manager came by and said, by the way, Eva Herzigova will be here in 30 minutes to take photos with you for next week's ***** *****. That info was shocking/exciting/terrifying enough in itself, without the hidden future catch.

She came. Dressed in a ruffled/little bit uptight white, ruffled lace top, and strangely burlap-bagesque dresswrap thing.

I was on the phone speaking with a client, checking her out from the corner of my eye.

Then the dress dropped. Time in the lobby stopped. Shell-shocked, passing-by businessmen gawked.

My trousers levitated.

Tibetan monks got nothing on me.