“Good night, Axel.”
“Good night, doll.” I walked out of the kitchen and when I looked over my shoulder, I could see him standing there, unabashedly observing my retreat.
Spa day had finally come,and Selena, Tanya and I were living it up like expensive housewives. I sipped my glass of champagne while the warm bubbles of the hot mineral pool moved around me. “I feel like I’m in a big witch’s cauldron.”
Selena giggled. “We’re being cooked after getting the best massages of our lives.”
Tanya offered me a strawberry. “How’s it going with stage two?”
“We went for dinner, and I did exactly as you suggested. I even did the whole hand massage up his thigh until I made contact.”
“Contact?” Selena gasped dramatically.
“I was stroking it through his pants. He didn’t push my hand away.”
Selena laughed. “We didn’t think he would.”
Tanya spoke. “How’d he react?”
“His clients were sitting across the table from us, and he looked kind of like he was in a trance.”
Selena raised her glass to clink with mine. “Girl, you’re so close to cracking this code.”
“I don’t know,” I said, still feeling dejected after watching him interact with Giselle.
“Hey,” Selena put down her flute and floated over to me. “What’s up?”
I explained the night, including afterwards at home. “I don’t think he’s into me like I want him to be.”
Tanya shook her head. “He asked how you were doing twice at the end of the night when you went quiet. That’s not a guy who’s not into you.”
“And he moved your hand up,” Selena added. “That’s a man who’s into you.”
“You think?” My voice sounded doubtful, but my chest surged with hope.
“I think he’s giving some strong signals. Don’t even worry about his stupid coworker. He pulled your hand up higher, not hers.”
“Exactly,” Tanya added. “I think you just need to go for stage three. That will resolve a lot of your doubt.”
“Is there a stage three?” I asked.
“Combo moves,” they both said at once.
“What is that?”
Tanya explained. “You dress sexy, and do something sexy, but you do it like you don’t know you’re doing it.”
Selena nodded. “Drives men crazy.”
“It’ll make him lose his mind.”
“Like what?”
“Think short skirt,” Selena said, “and then totally ignore him and eat something sexy, like eat something juicy or sticky so there’s a lot of licking, like a juicy peach that runs down your arm, or an ice cream cone.”
Tanya added, “I’m a big fan of opening my legs in a short skirt, but I do it like I don’t realize I’m giving anyone a show. For example, you’re watching a show with your legs on the couch and your skirt is riding high, but you’re so into your show you don’t even notice.”
“So pose like I’m not posing.” I could feel my excitement come back. Maybe my friends were right. Maybe I had misread the situation.
