An encounter I had recently was all about self-promotion and worth. Not my own but a gentleman who felt his work colleagues had a dismissive view of his work stature and more deeply, prowess as a man within an alpha male environment. I was summoned to the foyer of “Tim’s” annual work/client function. I had a photo on my phone of him for recognition having not met him before however was asked to approach him in a particular manner. Tim was on the shortish side, slight in build but well attired. Me, well let’s put to one side the daredevil heels, legs that go to heaven, particularly accentuated in the black cocktail dress and curls that draped my modest, but again in that dress, heaving bosom.
Upon recognising Tim, he was within a group of men, perhaps colleagues and clients engaged in somewhat animated debate, I motioned towards him catching the eye of many the onlooker as I slowly strutted my path. “Tim isn’t it?” as entered the circle extending my slender hand to with more of a caress than a shake. Perhaps a little startled as his eyes moved the length of my body from the ground up then realising with whom he was making an acquaintance, “Yes” he assuredly responded. “Tim, I you have been doing such fabulous work on those proposals, I would love to borrow you for a more intimate chat about your ideas that we can develop. “ Ears were pricked and eyes wide open at this stage. “Tim, would you be so kind as to get me a drink and find us a quiet spot to talk,” I said. “It would be a pleasure, perhaps on the sofa, please come with me,” he responded. And with that he walked away from the group and I followed in placing my hand on his shoulder as he guided me.
Now seated, my legs crossed I kept Tim’s gaze as we talked, I smiled, laughed and nodded in furious agreement with what he was sharing. Shifting in my seat I uncrossed and crossed my legs again with somewhat of an exaggerated stretch that I have to admit had Tim shifting in his seat too. His body language adjusted to mine and I could sense that he was swelling in persona. Curious onlookers abounded, and I could see catching their eyes with mine but quickly shifting my attention back to my companion.
I could see that the gathering would soon be dining so I rose politely adjusting my dress down that had ridden up my thighs. I walked towards Tim’s colleagues he by my side. Whereupon he politely but earnestly told them that they would need to excuse him as his client has asked if he could drive her to the airport for a rescheduled flight and they had has some unfinished proposals to discuss in deeper detail. Without seeking their approval but realising their awe, Tim turned on his heels and confidently followed me to the door. Tim then asked “what now?” and I took him by the hand and told him,“the night is ours it seems,” with a knowing wink.
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