Heat Wave - Erotika Short Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women Series) (2 page)

I don’t know what it is about watching people, but it’s
something I love to do. I don’t think you can really call it a fetish, but more
so that it’s just intriguing to me. It’s intriguing to me because I want to
know and understand people’s most animalistic impulses. What gets a man to want
you, even when he has a “perfect” woman to call his own? I ask myself that
question all the time, but rarely do I act out on my inner most desires. But
today was different.

As I sat there on the couch adjacent to the little business
meeting going on next to me, I crossed my legs, which were now covered in
Goosebumps, then crossed them again. As I did this, I could notice the man
shift his attention from the barely thirty-old girl next to him, and look at
me. Although I might sit here and tell you that this was unintentional, I would
be lying. That was when I first got his attention. But I didn’t want to really
interrupt what was going on so I pulled out my phone and pretended to not pay
attention to them any longer. Once he could see I was completely disinterested
in his not so inadvertent stares, he continued working on his prey. I call her
prey because I could just sense it in a man when he’s willing to bend a few
rules, or break a couple of laws, just to get a girl. To me, it was obvious.

The young woman was either an employee, or looking to gain
the man’s business. You could see that she was enamored and impressed with him.
She blushed multiple times, and it was clear that she was allowing herself to
fall into his clutches. But, she was going about it all wrong. If she was an
employee, or someone looking to gain the man’s business, and she wanted to
sleep with him,
she was doing it all
wrong
. First off, she was not in charge, he was. She was allowing him to
have the upper hand. From her posture, to her body language, and to the words
that were coming out of her mouth, it was all wrong. And, you could see him
beginning to lose interest. He was losing interest overall, meaning, even if he
slept with the woman in the next hour, her chances of continuing on as his
employee, or gaining his business were slim to none. Sorry, I’m just being
honest here.

They were initially seated about a foot apart from one
another on the couch, which was a three-person couch. She was holding some
papers, which he took from her to carefully examine, but that she allowed him
to take from her. She certainly not was not in charge. She was making it too
easy, and men want a challenge, trust me on this. She was making everything too
easy on him, and whoever this girl was, she was clearly very “green.” If I
could have had a one-on-one conversation with the girl, I would have set her
straight, but I couldn’t. And just as that thought crossed my mind, he got up
and excused himself to go to the restroom. Perfect, I thought.

“Hey,” I said to her. She looked somewhat startled. Poor
girl.

“Hi?” she said in a very soft, yet high-pitched voice.

“You’re really going about this all wrong. Is that your
boss?”

“No,” she said, “it’s a client we’re courting. I work for a
PR firm.” She went to hand me her card but I interrupted her. I didn’t want the
poor girl’s business card.

“Look, do you want to snag the guy,
and
get the business? Because, the way I see it, you’re about to
blow both.”

She turned bright red. “Excuse me?” She didn’t sound the bit
intimidating.

“Look, I’ve been sitting here, listening to your
conversation, and you’re doing it all wrong.”

“How do you even know what I’m doing? You’re pretty rude.”
She went to try to ignore me, but I knew she wanted to hear what I had to say.

“I’m not trying to be rude. I just have some, let’s just
say, experience with this kind of thing.” She stared at me like a deer in
headlights. “I know he’s an attractive guy, and I know you probably are
intrigued with the way he’s flirting with you, but do you want the business, or
do you want the guy?”

“The business,” she said in a very hesitant manner.

“Okay, you want both, it’s pretty obvious.”

“He’s married,” she said.

“Really?” I asked rhetorically. “I see the way you’re
looking and flirting with him. I’m not here to judge, I just want to steer you
in the right direction.” I had completely caught the girl off guard, but she
was finally starting to listen. “I want you to try to do this. First of all,
you’re far too close to him. Your body language is screaming inferiority to
him. I know that as a woman, you like a man to be overpowering, but you can’t
do that at first. You have to play the attraction game.”

“The attraction game?” She sounded like she had no idea what
I was talking about. I think she was just green to life in general.

“Yes. Have you ever heard of the propinquity effect?”

She sat silent for a moment. “No,” she said, “why, what does
that mean? What does it have to do with anything?”

“Okay, from sitting here listening to you guys, it’s clear
that whatever deal you’re trying to strike up, is not going to happen
overnight.”

“Well, yes, this is only our second meeting.”

“Okay, well, then that means you’re doing a lot more wrong.
You’re being far too submissive to him right off the bat. The propinquity
effect is just some fancy psychology term for how near you are to a person, and
how often you interact. When someone has a high propinquity to you that means
that you have a lot in common, or you run into each other often. What this also
means is that when you have a high propinquity, you are more likely to get the
guy.”

“So… what are you saying exactly?”

“What I’m saying is that you need multiple interactions with
him. Since this is only your second interaction, you need to come up with
something that shows that you are busy, but still interested. You have to find
a way to tease him enough, but then put him off.”

“But I’m trying to get the business here, really.”

Totally not convincing. She was clearly very, very into the man.
“Look, he can see by your body language that you’re caving into his advances
easily, and even though a man might be initially interested in that, you have
to give a little bit of a chase.”

“Chase? How?” She was staring at me at this point, as though
I were about to deliver some earth shattering knowledge to her. Well, I guess I
kind of was.

“What you have to do is increase your propinquity. You have
to make sure you run into each other more often. For example, do you know where
he goes for morning coffee, or lunch during the days? Do you live nearby to
each other?”

“Yes, we do actually. But he is married.”

I shrugged that part off. “Okay, if you guys live close by,
you have a higher propinquity, than if you, say, lived further apart. It just
means that the chances of you guys getting together increases. For example,
when guys and girls in college, live on the same floor of a dorm, they have
extremely high propinquity. Does this make sense?”

“Yes,” she said. She still looked a little bit lost, but I
think she was starting to catch on. “But what should I do now?”

“Right now? Here’s what I think you should do.” She was
looking at me with some intent now. I could see the gleam in her eye. I think
she was finally starting to get my point. “Right now, you should tell him that
something has come up, but you wanted to get together again tomorrow. You’re
sorry you have to run off, but you want to finish this up tomorrow. Then, let
him be the one to lead. Don’t make yourself so easily accessible, but just
enough to keep the propinquity high enough. This way, you’ll score the man and
the new business.”

“Okay.”

“You see, even though he may be interested in you right now,
for say a one-time thing, when you increase the propinquity before you sleep
together, you’ll earn more of his respect in the long term. In your case, this
also means earning his business as well.”

It was a little bit odd talking to a stranger like that out
of the blue – giving advice on sex and money all wrapped into one –
but I couldn’t help myself. And when the man came back, she politely excused
herself, told him she had to run, and said they should reschedule. She didn’t
even say they should reschedule for tomorrow. And, although I was sitting right
there, after she left, he paid no attention to me. He was completely blindsided
by her early departure. Somewhere, someone was applauding for that girl.

“Hi, Sara.”

I was caught off guard. In my heated exchange with the young
woman, I didn’t see Robert Dorning come up from behind me. Was he standing
there the whole time? “Hi,” I said back. I got up and gave him a light hug. God
that body felt good next to mine.

“How’ve you been?” he said.

“Oh, pretty good. Keeping busy, you know, the usual. How
about you? How are things with you?” He was looking as dapper as ever. I don’t
think he could ever have looked bad, even if he tried. Should I ask about his
wife?

“I’m good. Just busy, busy, busy. You know how it goes. Well
I haven’t seen you in forever, thanks for coming to meet up with me here on
such short notice.”

“Oh, anytime.” Literally, anytime, I thought to myself. “So,
what’s on your mind? Things okay on the home front?” Okay, maybe I shouldn’t
have asked that.

“Well, not really,” he said.

Score!

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to
bounce my thoughts off you. You know, you and Amy are so close, I guess I just
wanted to get some advice from someone other than my regular group of friends.”

Robert’s office was literally only a couple of blocks away.
He probably did a short brisk walk to the hotel lobby. “I’m all ears,” I said
with a smile on my face.

“Great, shall we eat?”

He was carefully eying me up and down. I certainly had
painstakingly chosen the outfit I had on to not look like I was trying too
hard, but also not to look like I didn’t care how I looked around him. It
seemed to pay off, because I certainly had his attention.

“Lets,” I said.

There’s something about having a
meal with a rich and powerful man, that’s just exhilarating. We were seated in
a posh wood-lined room with grand coffered ceilings, and exquisite crown
molding details. The pass-through kitchen was visible in the far corner of the
room, which also sported a rich mahogany wood-lined bar with one of those gold
footrests along the bottom – it was to die for. I guess you could say
that I’ve always been a fan of fancy things, since I could remember. When I was
a little girl I used to dream of being a princess, and being dotted upon by
men, showered with gifts, and whisked away to exotic private islands. It’s
probably what most women secretly wish for, but in my case, I certainly used my
“skills,” to get what I want.

The swanky hotel restaurant was packed full of people. It
was the high-powered lunch in overdrive. The waiter handed us the menus at the
intimate table, which was perfectly dressed with a luxurious table curtain and
gleaming silverware. We were seated across from one another in the far corner
of the room, and even though the restaurant was teeming with people, they made
an exception for Robert Dorning. This was, after all, Mr. Robert Dorning, from
Dorning Capital, a Fortune 1000 company. And being the CEO of a Fortune 1000
company certainly had its privileges, like getting a seat at one of the
swankiest restaurant in town just by showing up.

“This is nice,” I said. “I haven’t eaten here in ages.” It
was true. The last time I had eaten there was a couple of years back, with an
older gentlemen, which didn’t have quite the warm welcoming and reception as
this rendezvous had thus far.

“Glad you like it. I love this place. Amy and I used to come
here all the time.”

“All the time? Not anymore?”

“No, it’s been months now,” he said.

I was watching his body language the whole time, and his
facial expressions to see if he was being honest or not. It was a little bit
like second nature to me. I could tell whether someone was being honest just
solely based on their body language. For example, when they look to the left,
they access the right part of their brain – the creative part –
meaning that they’re usually lying. When they look to the right, they’re
usually being honest.

Then there are loads more indicators such as whether a
person that’s smiling is telling the truth, because really good liars can smile
while they lie, and be very believable. It’s all in a person’s eyes. You can
tell if the smile is genuine by looking at the wrinkles that occur next to
someone’s eyes when they are genuinely smiling. The muscle in the face is
called the orbicularis oculi, which surrounds the eyes and it contracts when
someone is genuinely smiling, and not just politely smiling.

“Well, I’m happy that we’re here now. It’s good to see you
again. God, it’s been ages since we’ve had any time alone.” Now I was going to
watch for the smile, and whether or not it was a genuine smile.

“I’m happy to be here with you too,” he said. It was a
genuine smile.

“So, what’s on your mind?” I asked.

“There’s something that I wanted to talk to you about. It’s
about Amy and I. I guess I need some advice.”

Marital problems? How perfect. “What seems to be the
problem?” I asked. I played coy, like I wasn’t completely ecstatic that there
was a rift forming. But why would Amy hide it from me? If she considered me her
best friend, it didn’t make sense that she wouldn’t talk to me about it.

“Well, as you know, Amy has a bit of a jealously problem.”

“Jealousy?” Who was I kidding, she was my best friend, but I
don’t think she would have trusted her husband with any woman, including
myself.

“Yes. She tends to go a little bit overboard with it at
times. And, when she does, there’s absolutely no reasoning with her. It’s
almost as if I’m dealing with an entirely different person sometimes.
Especially when she’s drinking.” He looked down at his menu after he said it,
as if somewhat embarrassed for allowing the words to come out of his mouth. But
he looked fairly relieved that he was speaking to someone about it.