Rosseau could barely contain himself and reached down to grab her leg. This guy doesn't waste any time. Kay grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away. "Mr. Rosseau, please." She scolded him quietly but firmly.
"What, can't I admire a beautiful woman?" He turned to his underlings on the other side of the table. "Don't I always admire beautiful women, boys?"
Two of them jumped to concur. "Oh yes, sir." Kay felt sorry for the women who had to work with these misogynists.
Rosseau immediately grabbed her leg again, and Kay repelled him again. Can we please get through this meal? When he did it the third time, Kay dug her fingernails into the back of his hand.
"Hey watch it! I didn't bring my snakebite kit tonight. Behave yourself." He held his hand and examined the damage. Too bad she didn't break the skin. Maybe later. The rest of the meal was uneventful, and Rosseau made small talk with Kay. She ordered an appetizer-size salad and hardly ate any of it-a combination of nerves and nausea made it impossible to eat.
When the meal was over, Dan gave his two junior executives a signal and they got up to leave. Rosseau was waiting for this and he sent the same signal to his four lap dogs. The men eagerly got up and left the restaurant. Sorry I disappointed you boys. Consider yourselves lucky to get out while you can. Kay, Rosseau, and Dan waited at the table until the others were gone. Dan started to say something, then stopped and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a phone and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, Walter, I have to take this. It could take fifteen or twenty minutes. Can you wait?"
"I've waited all night, Dan. Get the hell out of here!" He leered at Dan and then turned back to Kay, his fingers drumming on the table. Is it my imagination, or does his breath smell even worse? Kay closed her eyes and tried to calm herself while Dan got up from the table.
After Dan left the room, Kay slumped down even farther, stared forward, and said nothing. But her pulse and her mind were galloping at full speed. The wrestling match was about to begin.
Rosseau's eyes scanned her up and down, then he reached out to once again grab her leg. She took his wrist and turned to look at him. "No," she protested, a bit weakly, still playing the milquetoast.
"You sex kitten! I must have you now!" He threw his arms around Kay and dived openmouthed, toward her face.