Executive Sweet (A Sample)

Dan watched the drinks go down and waited for the right moment before tapping the call button on his intercom. Then he leaned back and got ready to enjoy the show with his front-row seat. Lucky me. The door flew open and Kay swept into the office, beautiful and lithe in skin-tight spandex workout clothes. Her fuchsia shorts were incredibly short and her black sports bra was so low-cut that he longed to watch her do physical activity in it. She dropped a pink gym bag on the floor and stood there, glimmering in sweat. Hottest outfit yet. Even Dan was distracted.

Dan and George Lawson stood up. Spelling sat there staring, then looked around and quickly got to his feet. Poor boy, he belongs to Kay now. Kay was panting. "I'm so sorry. I was working out and completely forgot about this meeting." She put two fingers to her neck and looked down at her watch.

The Roadmover men stood in silence and watched Kay take her heart rate, an occasional drip of sweat falling from her head. The room was so quiet that you could hear her breathe. Dan watched them carefully, looking for signs of irritation about this delay. But they seemed perfectly happy to stand there and leer. He suppressed a snicker.

Lawson grumbled and Dan knew it was time to move on. He snapped out his words, loudly. "Ms. Gershon, time is money. I need you to be prompt from now on!"

She replied contritely. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Avery. It won't happen again." Even though everyone was overacting and being downright playful with their lines, the Roadmover guys were too numb to notice.

Dan calmed down and went on. "Let me introduce you to George Lawson from Roadmover and his contract specialist, Jack Spelling. Gentlemen, this is my contract specialist, Kay Gershon."

Kay reached out to shake hands, then stopped and looked down at her hand, which was wet. She pulled back. "Excuse me, I'm all sweaty." She turned away and bent over neatly at the waist, rummaging through the opened gym bag and flashing a perfectly formed backside in exactly the right direction. Spelling couldn't stop staring at her.

After a few seconds, she pulled out a towel and stood up to vigorously dry her hands and arms, looking carefully to make sure she didn't miss a spot. Finally, she tossed the towel onto a chair and turned back to them with a meek smile, her dry hand extended. Spelling closed his mouth and managed to shake her hand.

They all sat down in Dan's visitor chairs, Spelling in the middle, between Kay and George Lawson. Kay exhaled loudly and flopped down into her chair, her arms and legs spread out in exhaustion, breathing more slowly but no less quietly. She stared straight up at the ceiling with a glazed look, and let Spelling consume her with his eyes. Dan stared too, but he admired much more than Kay's fine, barely covered body. This woman is pure magic. Lawson took charge. "You're the contract specialist? Did you review our contract? It's a bit complicated, you know." His voice was steeped in condescension.