Take a seat

John felt Cleopatra's eyes on him as his short trip down to the oak and cotton dining chair concluded. She took a sip of her wine. The drink matched the shade of her lipstick to near-perfection. Her gaze was petrifying, and turned him to stone almost as literally as metaphorically. He had dressed well for the first day of his new job, meaning that his dress pants were tight to begin with, and his wild imagination only made them tighter as he tried his best not to think about what Cleo would look like without that white buttoned blouse.

"So John," Cormac snapped John back into reality and out of Cleo's enchantment, "Tell me about yourself". Cormac didn't seem to have noticed any weird glances between the two, and the conversation turned to personal. The next hour or so was a back and forth conversation between their interests, either recreational or business, with the aid of **** to keep the conversation fun. Cormac revealed that he had been into robotics for some time. AI and drones were some of his special interests, now that the technology had caught up to his imagination. And when the subject turned towards sports, Cleo admitted that she had been a part of her University's swim team.

"And what about you, John?" Cleo eyed John up and down, "You definitely look like you played sports in college. Football?"

"Lacrosse, actually," he said with a smile. As he spoke, he felt a foot brush against the base of his shin. It was tender, and subtle. It might have been an accident, but the foot lingered, then it began to slowly rise up his leg, passing by his knee before resting on his inner thigh.

_"Holy shit," He thought to himself, locking eyes with the unreadable Cleo, "She's doing this on purpose."_