Kay stood up and turned to face Dan with darkened eyes. "Hmm. Maybe I should work for Jason." She had an angry edge to her voice and spread her legs in a power stance. This was the closing act that would seal the deal, the part where she gets angry at Dan and sides with Mack.
"You know, I'm only a temp here, Mr. Avery. Did you see how quickly Mr. Mack decided that I should work for him? That is so . . . so . . ." She paused with a blank face, pretending to grope for the right word. After a beat, she brightened and pointed at Mack. "Decisive! That's right, decisive! I like men who are decisive."
Kay turned back to Dan and lashed into him, her voice rising with each word. "You're not very decisive, Mr. Avery. You can't even tell me if I'll be able to come to work tomorrow!" She sneered at Dan and then sat down in the chair next to Mack, squeezing his arm and pretending to admire his nonexistent muscles. Mack's body tightened under her touch and his mouth fell open. She looked deeply into his eyes and purred, "You're decisive, aren't you?"
"Definitely," Mack asserted and sat up straight in his chair, one fist pounding the other palm in a demonstration of bravado.
Perfect. Like a trained volleyball team, Dan had tossed the ball to Kay and she had set it up for him neatly. All he had to do was spike it. He leaned back and looked directly at Mack. "So, Mr. Decisive, are you going to decide on this contract, or are we going to go back to negotiations?"
The room went quiet. Kay's mind was racing, and she noticed that her breathing was even heavier. She had planned on doing some heavy breathing as a distraction, and this would have been the perfect place for it. But her breathing wasn't fake. I know this feeling. I'm a little bit aroused. She sat up straight as the realization hit her. Mack was going to sign the contract-she could tell by the way he was fidgeting and mumbling. The exterior had crumbled and all that was left was the admission of defeat.
Kay had won the game and was enjoying the moment. She had pulverized Jason Mack and reduced him to a helpless fool, putty in her hands. Between the thrill of her victory, the attractiveness of sixty thousand dollars, and the carnality of Dan's stare, Kay was all worked up. She tried to calm herself down and get back to the game, but it wasn't easy. Fortunately, it wasn't necessary.