Page 17 of Man Vs. Woman

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“Reactions happen only to those who don’t listen to instruction, who live life with no care…to the way a liquid or lotion…might rest on their body. That’s why at Serene we carry a variety of liquids, lotions, and creams to cater to those that are moresensitive.”

I smile, knowingly. And, for dramatic effect, I wink at her.

Nice cover up, doll.

“So, does my gym. All bodies are catered to. Whether it’s by some high-specialized and certified personal trainer or personalized fitness class. Everyone at Colt Academy walks away feeling anew and satisfied,” I reply, mockingly.

“Satisfied? I’m sure the seniors were satisfied.” She scoffs.

I open my mouth to defend myself. But she cuts me off before I can begin.

“And, who wants to be just satisfied? At the spa, you’re transported into a realm of ecstasy unheard of; it’s blissful yet rejuvenating. I doubt you can say that about a gym. With the range of services we provide, you’ll never tire of us and your body will surely appreciate it. And I know, you’ll be coming back for more.” She winks back at me and crosses her arms, feeling so assured and confident.

Ok, she knows how to play hardball. But unfortunately for her, I’m an athlete and competition’s in my blood.

Now, my turn.

“A true transformation begins at the gym. To get, be, and stay healthy is our main priority. We want our clients to be fit, feel strong, and stayyoung.” I pause for effect. “We go above and beyond to assure their goals are met. Trust me, my hundreds of clients alwayscomingback.”

She rolls her eyes at my exaggeration.

What’s so wrong about using anecdotal evidence to support my claims? And, so what if I used some key buzz words that I know would interest the people in this room? It’s called marketing, doll. I know my clientele, and I know how to cater to them. Some more than others,obviously.

“Excuse me!” Seymour cuts in, cutting the tension rising between us. It’s a heavy and heated mix of need and anger, and it’s fucking electric, sparking every time my eyes scroll down her body. “I have no idea what you people are talking about!”

I know for a fact she’s found my growing bulge. I wore these tight pants for a reason, even though, I had no idea how effective they would end up being today.

“That is enough. As much as we’ve enjoyed your enthusiasm, this is getting absolutely ridiculous,” Seymour declares.

We pull away from each other and look at Seymour, but I still feel her eyes on me.

Yeah, she’s checking me out. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’ll gladly be her piece of meat if she promises to take a bite.

“Before we move forward with the meeting and the decision of this vacancy, are there any others who would like to bid for the space?” Seymour asks the room and avoids looking at us.

The room goes quiet. Pin drop quiet.

I survey the seats around me, looking to see if there are any eager hands. Seymour’s eyes dart from one corner to the other. It’s like we’re all holding our breath for some fucking reason.

But I let out my breath, relieved that there’s no one else I have to fight off. But as soon as I do a bold voice breaks through the silence.

“Me!”