As Jacob entered the tax office, the conversation with Brian was replayed in his mind, with nothing making sense. Then he looked up. What was Petra doing here and looking like that? Her hair was cut, now dark brunette, and she was almost vulgarly dressed. But her movements and facial features were intact. There was no mistaking her, she was his Petra! She was supposed to be in Brazil. It was a total surprise seeing her here in New York sporting a full makeover. Her clothes were so tight fitting, low slung everywhere, and no underwear he was certain. If they weren't in the tax records area for the city, he would have sworn she was trying her hand as a lady escort. His overt staring, albeit in disbelief, finally got her attention.
The dark haired beauty smiled at him and closed the distance between them, then said in a sultry Russian accent, "So perhaps you can tell me why you are doing the hard inventory of my person, with your mouth open? I must assume you American males don't mind being scoped as thoroughly as you just scoped me. At this range, I can see that you too have a hard inventory firmly packed into those jeans. Do you mind if I ask you to let me see your going away view?"
Jacob tried, yet failed, to match this sultry Ukrainian Russian accent with his Petra. Up close, she didn’t exactly match with his love. He must miss her more than he was willing to admit. He also wasn’t willing to comply with this beauty's request to turn round to show off his definitely male physique.
After a brief pause, Jacob licked his dry lips and refocused his blank stare as he offered, "Madam, a thousand apologies. I thought you were someone else. You see I, er, um, you, we, oh. That is to say ..."
The dark beauty smiled mischievously, moved closer, and lowered her sultry voice as she seductively stated, "Ah, good. You have mastered your vowels, and I'm sure the consonants will be forthcoming, and dare we hope perhaps full sentences after that?
“Tell me, is this what you Americans call, hitting on a lady? If it is, then I suggest you should try more practice. But, I must admit, it was flattering being given a visual physical by what we Ukrainian girls would call a male who is easy on the eyes. Now if you will excuse me, I have urgent business elsewhere."
As she turned to leave, Jacob blurted out, "No wait! I meant no offense! You looked so much like my lady that I forgot my manners. Please at least tell me your name so I can apologize properly, madam!"
The dark beauty turned back, smiled and moved closer to his ear and in the most seductive tones intimated, "Ah, so you do have oral capability, you gorgeous male! In my country we like to reward quick learners with small treats. My name is Zara."
Jacob, nearly undone, responded, "Zara, my apologies for staring and mistaking you for my lady. I meant no offense, nor was my intent to hit on you, as you suggested."
Zara smiled as if musing to a different conclusion. Then she replied, "Oh, what a shame! Does that mean my responding staring leer was no good and not compelling? Perhaps I should be more agreeable to American males staring at me. Another time, you gorgeous male, when your mind is not otherwise consumed with my presumed rival."
As she turned to leave, he blurted out, "Jacob! My name is Jacob Michaels, Zara!"
Without looking back, she smiled as she left the property and estate records area.
Just as he was giving himself a good mental dressing down for ogling another woman, who made him feel like the first time his mom caught him looking at a men's magazine, the records area exploded in anxiety and concern. A quick glance allowed him a view of what was being displayed on the computer screens.
One clerk behind the counter loudly asked to no one in particular, "What's happening to the electronic records? Why is there no downtown block of tax records? What the hell is going on?"
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