Lupita was married and the flirting was just her idea of harmless fun.
Even if she'd been single, company rules precluded managers from dating sales clerks anyway. But her flirting became more intense after I told her about my trip to Cuba and how I loved doing the Latin dances. In fact, I was beginning to think the flirting should stop, for fear of its getting out of hand.
But then she asked me if I'd like to take her dancing. Dancing? "I'm not allowed to go out with employees," I told her, "and even if I was—what about your husband?"
"Oh, he doesn't care," she shrugged. "He's a stay-at-home who doesn't know how to dance and who doesn't like partying, anyway. I told him about you and he said going dancing with you would be just fine."
So I took her dancing at a cantina on the outskirts of town where, hopefully, I wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew. Well, the low-cut blouse and slit skirt she wore rather unnerved me, and her sexy way of dancing didn't do much to relax me, either. However, I made it through the evening and got Lupita home at about 1:00 in the morning.
But she wasn't in a hurry to get out of the car. In fact, she snuggled up next to me and said, "Let's just stay here for a while—okay?" and laid her head on my shoulder.