I was working as a television news reporter and had been sent<br >to interview Mr. Clinton about a meeting he and Arkansas Senator<br >Dale Bumpers had just attended in Washington. Although the sun had<br >set， the air was still warm--but I was shivering from nervousness. I<br >wasn t intimidated by Mr. Clinton--he had the reputation of being<br >open and friendly， a man who would greet you with a handshake and<br >a smile. I was nervous because I was new. In fact， I had been with the<br >station for only a few weeks， and this was my first major assignment.<br > Clinton walked briskly toward the little group of reporters. He<br >seemed in a buoyant mood. We all raised our hands at once， and<br >through the chorus of questions， I asked in a loud voice，"Mr. Clinton，<br >can I get a statement from you?" He turned to the sound of my voice<br >and locked his eyes on me. He walked straight over to me with a big<br >grin growing on his face， gave me a casual once-over， and asked， with<br >his now-familiar Arkansas drawl，" Where did they get you?"<br > For an instant I was speechless. Here I was， trying to do myjob，<br >and the attorney general was coming on to me! I looked at him inno-<br >cently， pretending not to understand what he was implying， and<br >quickly replied，"I just started recently."Then， before he had a chance<br >to say anything else， I plunged right into my questions. Although he<br >gave serious answers， that lazy， sexy smile never left his face. His light<br >blue eyes stayed focused on mine， as though we were the only ones<br >on the tarmac. He was clearly send!ng Fie a strong message and it<br >had nothing to do with my questions， tl，<br > I breathed a sigh of relief when he fFe} t. I felt drained. Although<br >I was a little put offby his come-on， I had to admit he was attractive:<br >tall--well over six feet--dark， wavy hair; bedroom eyes; and the sex-<br >iest mouth I had ever seen.<br ><br >