Executive Sweet (A Sample)

Spelling's face fell. "You . . . You really did write this formula!" He dithered like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat. "I can't believe it." He quickly fixed the number on his pad.

"I'm a contract specialist. Of course I wrote it." Kay gave his leg a friendly pat, then she collapsed into the chair again, her arms and legs spread out. "Sorry, go on by yourself." She closed her eyes and let him ogle.

Spelling squirmed in his chair, doing his best to adjust his pants without touching them. The poor man was obviously trying to get an erection under control. After scribbling and working calculations for a long time, he announced the answer. "Okay, the next month is reasonable, too."

"Fine. Now give me three years out."

Spelling groaned and went back to work.

So did Kay. She grabbed the towel from her chair, threw it over her head, and started to dry her hair, vigorously massaging her head through the towel, her body shaking. As she worked the towel, Spelling sat, transfixed. After a few seconds, he tore himself away and ran the numbers for month thirty-six, glancing over at Kay's body even more than before, now that her face was covered.

Kay finished drying her hair and rolled-up the towel. Then she leaned over and put it in her gym bag, rummaging around and rearranging the contents again. She pulled out a handful of lingerie and suddenly, from the midst of it all, a tube of K-Y jelly squirmed out of her hands and onto the floor. Dan watched three sets of eyes as they followed the tube to its resting place in front of Spelling.

"Sorry." Kay pointed at the tube with her chin. "Can you kick it back to me?" With slow, unsteady motions, he guided the tube back until the three sets of eyes were now staring at the floor in front of Kay. "Thanks!" She tossed it into the bag and flopped back in her chair.

The poor tortured man finally dug himself out from under Kay's mountain of innuendo, and finished his computation. "Year three is fine, too."

The room was quiet. How long can this go on? Dan knew that Lawson didn't want individual month results-he wanted an analysis of the contract: was it good or bad? Lawson grumbled. "What do you think of this new appendix, Spelling?"

They had reached the critical moment. Would Kay's ruse hold up or would they be suspicious? If they decided to take the contract back with them and analyze it further, they would know it was bad. But if they chose to move forward and give her a pass, they might just sign the contract without any further consideration. Kay kept rearranging her gym bag, refusing to even make eye contact with Spelling while he made his decision.