Page 37 of The Warrior
Jonathan stiffened.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that my friends and I think they’re amazing.”
I almost pitied Jonathan when his eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed a little. “Really? What do you like so much about the Nmen?”
“Oh, you know, they’re just tall and strong, like you. What’s your secret? It’s rare to see someone with your physique.”
He shrugged. “I’m an active man, that’s all.”
I caught Hans gesturing for me to open my arms like we had read about.Open body language,he mimed.
With a smile plastered on my face, I spread my arms out as if I was about to hug an invisible friend. I felt like an idiot, and Jonathan watched me with confusion on his face, the table between us.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I was just stretching,” I lied and pulled my arms back. Moving on to cover my failure, I raised my hand to flip my hair back. That’s when I realized I’d made a huge mistake. Several of the videos had emphasized the power of hair in a flirting situation. I couldn’t flick and twirl it when it was braided.
Working fast, I undid my braid and let my long red hair cascade down my shoulders. At first, Jonathan sat as if hypnotized, but when I got my finger twisted in a knot from twirling my hair he frowned.
“Do you need help?”
“No.” I pulled harder and got my finger out. Going over the flirting instructions in my head, I crossed and uncrossed my legs and bit my lower lip while angling my head in a seductive manner. It was a wonder that Jonathan didn’t flee the table thinking that I was manic or something, but he stayed and leaned forward with his eyes on my breasts.
According to Hans the right pace was important when flirting, but Jonathan had proven he was direct and I was eager to get this thing over with.
“I like how big your hands are; can I see them?”
“Sure.” With a smug smile he placed his hands on the table, palms down.
I leaned forward, letting the full weight of my breasts rest on the table to make sure he had all the distraction he needed. “I’m fascinated with largehands. Would you mind if I touched yours?”
“Touch all you want.” Jonathan’s eyes were glued to the part of my body he wanted to touch more than my hands. His breathing picked up, and he didn’t notice how my one hand made circles on the back of his hand, while the other pulled out a set of immobilizers from my bag next to my teacup.
“What part of the body is your favorite?” I asked while hiding the immobilizer inside my palm.
“Boobs, I really like boobs,” Jonathan said and I gave him points for meeting my eyes for a brief moment.
“Do you prefer to touch them or just look at them?” I asked and tilted my head.
Jonathan bit his lower lip and blinked with his full attention focused on my chest. “I like to touch them.”
“Then I suggest you sign up for the new register. You know, the one that matches Nmen and Motlander women.”
It took him a second to understand what I’d said. With a look of surprise he lifted his eyes to meet mine. By the time he pulled his hands back, I’d already placed the locks loosely around his thumbs and his sudden movement activated the tightening mechanism.
“What the fuck?” We both looked down to his hands, where his thumbs were linked together. “What did you do?”
“Jonathan, it’s time to go home.” My voice was calm and low. “The other mediator wanted to use a net gun, but I don’t think that will be necessary, will it?”
He got up, his eyes darting around the room.
“You can run, but I’m warning you; there’s a mediator with a net gun pointed straight at you.”
He inhaled deeply and released his breath. “Fuck.”
“I have a new numb gun that I’m curious to test out, so if you want to run, go for it.”
He slumped down in his chair again. “I should have known you were too good to be true.”
