Page 42 of Give Me a Chance
“Thank you.” I flash him a dazzling smile. I can’t remember the last time I tried to seduce someone. Not to sound conceited, but it was easy so far. Most guys I met were so thrilled I’m not interested in a relationship; it was enough for them to chase me.
But this, Matt, is a challenge. One I plan to conquer.
The manager gives us another quick guide of the room before he and Matt step into legal talk. I walk around, memorizing the important details for our event.
“Thank you. We’ll have the contract signed and delivered by next week.” Matt informs the manager.
“Thank you for choosing us. I have a meeting starting soon, but I can walk you out before,” he responds after checking his watch.
“Actually,” I interrupt. “If it’s ok, we’d like to stay a bit longer. Take some photos and do some brainstorming for the décor here inside the space.”
“Sure, no problem. Take as long as you’d like. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.” He shakes both of our hands before leaving.
The space has amazing potential. I already have a ton of ideas for decorations, but it’s not the real reason I wanted us to stay behind.
There’s a challenge I plan to win. Unbuttoning my blazer, I set it on the nearest chair, and look around the room. The round tables, chairs surrounding it, the chandeliers.
“I need to check something,” I declare before starting to climb up a chair.
“What are you doing?” His voice is half-angry.
“I need to check the chandeliers for something.”
“I’ll do it.” He starts pulling me back from the chair.
“You don’t even know what to look for. I’ll do it.” He sighs loudly.
“Fine. But at least take off the heels.”
“Sure.” I smile because that was also a part of my plan.
I sit down on the chair and slowly start taking off my shoes. My cami dips low, and I hear him take a deep breath.
Now barefoot, I get back on the chair. Realizing I’m still not tall enough, I step onto the table.
“You’re going to break your back,” he groans.
“Help me out then.” Another groan comes when he realizes that by coming closer to hold me, my ass is in front of his face.
And I don’t help him, no. I push my ass out as I step on my tippy toes to check on an imaginary part of a chandelier. His hands are featherlight on my hips.
“Done,” I say brightly.
“What were you looking for?” he asks as I sit down on the table.
“Just something for a decoration I have in mind.” I shrug it off. “Can you please help me put my shoes back on? This skirt and squatting don’t mix.” Suspicion crosses his face.
“Mhm,” he responds, unconvinced. He starts with my right foot, putting my stiletto on. I lean forward, so my cami reveals the tops of my boobs, and he sucks in a breath.
A second passes before he looks up at me.
“What are you trying to do?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m really sorry if I misjudged this,” he motions between us, “but are you trying to seduce me?”
“And what if I was?” It’s not what I hoped for, but at least he got the hint.
