Kay lifted her head and turned to look at Lawson. "A bit complicated?" She snorted. "It took me three days to get through it-I'm still not sure I understand it all."
What a joke. She figured out that document in less than an hour. Dan enjoyed watching Kay set them up, feeding them a little bit of stupid so she could whack them in the face with a whole lot of smart.
Lawson and Spelling gave each other conspiratorial looks. "Perhaps you need someone else to review this contract, Dan."
"Nonsense, George. I trust Ms. Gershon. She's an expert." Dan said it with a childish devotion that, he hoped, would convince Lawson and Spelling that he was just as taken with her as they were.
Lawson must have heard the message clearly because he replied with patronizing sarcasm. "Yes, I can tell she's an expert. Fine, Ms. Gershon, what do you think of our little contract? Should Dan sign it?"
Kay stood up and looked straight at Lawson, all business. "No, Mr. Lawson, I don't believe that Mr. Avery should sign your contract. It has a complex price-decrease in it that will force us to sell at a loss before a year is out." She sat back down.
Wake up time, boys. Spelling's face fell and he started to blink quickly, the first cracks of doubt in his worldview. He eyed Kay nervously for a second.
Lawson gave Spelling a light punch in the arm, then turned to Dan. "My apologies. Do you have a counter proposal?"
"Yes, I believe Ms. Gershon has prepared one for you."
Spelling turned to look at Kay, his face still confused, his eyes still busy.
Poor fool. Dan sat back to enjoy the next act.
Kay opened her gym bag and took her time sifting through it. Then she pulled out a document and started to hand it to Spelling.
"Oops, wait a minute!" Kay examined the document, still holding it in front of Spelling's face. There was something lodged between two of the pages.
She reached carefully into the document and pulled out a lacy black thong.
Oh, cruel woman! Dan dug his nails into his palm and grit his teeth to keep from laughing.
Spelling gasped and froze in his seat, apparently flooded in a hormonal bath. Like every man in the room, he was imagining Kay in that thong-the tiny piece of material would barely cover her.
Kay was obviously enjoying toying with Spelling, because she held the thong in front of him, turned it slowly, and inspected it as if she had never seen it before.
Spelling took a deep breath.