Chapter 1
Their last meeting had been in her office, and much legal groundwork had been covered. He was impressed by her decisive behavior and the assertiveness with which she faced challenges. She did not take prisoners, nor tolerate fools. In truth, if he looked deep within himself, she was more than a little scary, and yet this just added to the unusual feeling of safety, she projected onto him.
After the meeting ran far over time, she had invited him to dinner, reassuring him, that these were chargeable hours, and he was paying for it through the nose.
He sighed, paying and led by the nose, he internally acknowledged, but in saying that, there was no complaint.
The work she had completed was very good, and no further follow-ups were needed. This was a personal minus, in a sea of professional pluses, and as such acceptable, but only just. Looking forward, he had hoped, they could move to a more personal footing, but given his inner nature, she would have to ask.
The dinner was exquisite but when they left the restaurant together and got outside, she hailed a taxi. She noticed the look of surprise on his face.
"Oh don't worry," she said, "we will meet again soon."
The taxi pulled up and she gracefully slid in, and he was sure, she deliberately let one high heel slip off her foot. As he bent down to pick it up and placed it back on her foot, she murmured,
"Oh yes, on your knees, just the way I like it, and yes, I will be calling you soon."
She then closed the taxi's door and instructed the cabby to drive off.
Standing there bemused, he just shook his head and murmured, "Gone" a few times and then walked back to his car.
She had taken his business card earlier, and as such, he was left living in the hope, that she would call.
It was one of those positions that he disliked intensely. Being stripped of his power. It irked him but he waited for the call all week, expectant yet uncomfortable, in a state of helplessness, yet at the same time impressed. He knew not to call her. It was his place to wait.
As a consequence, he had not been apart from his phone these seven days. It started as a nice expectation but as the days progressed it moved towards addiction. His need to talk to her again, just grew, to be outside of his comfort and control.
Her week had flown by between business and professional commitments, and now the weekend was approaching. She would call him, but only when she knew there was time enough for circumstance to give her what she saw a glimpse of at dinner. Did she even eat? She was unsure and this amused her greatly. Sitting at the table she had been so aroused by her desire to put him in his place, it had taken her by surprise. His business card was tacked to the vanity mirror on her makeup table, and every morning she saw his name, and every morning it was a reminder of what she wanted.
