this all wrong,” Jane informed Desiree as she added weight to the machine and indicated for her client to continue the reps.
“He’s literally the only man in the office who isn’t interested in me,” Desiree snapped as she dropped back down onto the bench.
“So that makes him the one you want most?”
“Exactly.”
“You know, some men don’t like forward women. Why don’t you try a different approach?”
Desiree paused mid-lift and looked at Jane as if she’d gone insane, “That’s the only approach I do, Janell.”
“Well it seemed to work out fine with your boss,” Jane reminded her.
Desiree made a face of pure disgust, “Sleeping with that wrinkly old toad has been one of the great challenges of my life.”
“Why do you do it, then?”
Desiree smiled her sneaky smile. “It has its perks. You always want to get on the good side of whoever is going to benefit you most in the long run. Especially a lawyer.”
“Is it worth it though? You said he’s old enough to be your grandfather.”
“It’s not ideal, but you never know...I might need him at some point down the road, and the safest way to make sure you have a man’s loyalty is to keep him so satisfied and feeling powerful that you become indispensable to him.”
“Sounds like you have it all figured out.”
“Yeah. With apparently every man except David,” she snarled.
“Maybe he has a fetish. Seems like the type,” Jane offered, a twinkle in her eye.
Desiree shook her head, “I can’t see it.”
“Okay, how about this...you said he was married, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well there’s the possibility that he’s terrified his wife might find out.
Why don’t you reassure him that you are discreet?”
“That’s an idea. I mean most men jump at the chance to sleep with me regardless of their marital status. He’s one of the good ones.” She made a face as if this disgusted her to no end.
“So let him know you aren’t like the rest, either. Show him what kind of pleasure he is missing.”
“I will, “ Desiree smirked at her newfound friend. “We should totally get drunk together sometime.”
“I would love to, but I don’t drink.”
Desiree’s eyebrows lifted in shock, “Why the hell not?!”
“I like to keep my mind clear.” Jane could tell this was not a sufficient answer. Desiree liked everything given to her straight. “And my parents were ugly drunks.”
“Gotcha,” she said dismissively. “Okay, you know this shit-hole town better than me; where can I get this good guy nice and drunk in a romantic setting?”
Jane was happy to once again have Desiree’s attention back on her own dilemma. “Why don’t you ask him? You’re new to town, surely he’d do the honorable thing and help out a nice woman like you?”
Desiree almost shrieked with laughter, “You’re good, you know that?”
Jane smiled in response—if she only knew.