Meeting with Stephanie McMahon makes him a star.
I really think she is worth getting to know. Besides, don't you think she's cute?" Tracy asked.
"No," John answered, "I think she's beautiful."
"Ah, thank God," William sighed, "I thought you'd lost your mind, but instead you're just lazy."
"Lazy? Ha! Do you realize I sold four properties in the last seven days? Do you call that lazy?"
"I didn't say you are lazy in all matters, but when it comes to women you only take what is handed to you. Good-god, John, do some work. You don't even know what to do with Amy. Licking her fingers..." William shook his head in disgust.
"She liked it. It was the only time she looked at me with any interest at all."
Tracy giggled, and admitted, "It was kind of hot. Actually, it was really hot. I'll find out tomorrow morning if you blew it."
* * * * *
Tracy looked at her phone when she woke up and said, "Uh-oh."
"What is it?" William asked.
She showed him the text from Amy that read, "He sucked my fingers?!?!"
"Crap. That self-sabotaging ass." William shook his head, "Do you think this is salvageable? It is obvious why you like her; she is a breath of fresh air, a genuine person. Why does John have to be so cantankerous?"
Tracy smiled. She was touched that William cared about John enough to get frustrated over this. "I'll call her and see if I can do some damage control." Tracy made the call and said, "Hey Amy."
"He licked my finger!" Amy whispered into the phone.
"I know, and I'm sorry about that. It was...well, surprising."
"Yes. Yes it was," Amy spoke slowly as if choosing her words carefully, "I had a sex dream about him last night."
"A sex dream. It's ... kind of upsetting me. Hey, don't say anything to William, okay?"
"Um, okay," Tracy agreed. This would be difficult; she didn't usually keep secrets from William. "Why did the dream upset you? What happened?"
"Well, I thought I was doing a damn good job not falling under his spell, until he licked my fingers and sent an electric current tingling through my body. That man woke something up in me that I'd worked really hard to suppress."
"Wait? You liked it?"
"Wasn't that obvious? I mean it was rude, cocky, presumptuous,... and hot. And he knew it too, that ass."
"Oh my," Tracy laughed, "This is not what I expected to hear! I really thought you weren't attracted to him!"
"I am attracted and repulsed by him at the same time, so it's pretty much a wash."
"Why? Okay, first tell me what repulsed you."
"I guess 'repulsed' is a pretty strong word, but I could tell right away that he was the salesman type, obsequious and conceited, saying all the right things, oozing with charm. He seemed phony. His confidence is disarming. Plus there is something about him that reminds me of a big kid. That cocky grin and those damn dimples. Damn, those dimples."
"Totally repulsive," Tracy laughed, and she picked up her pen and jotted down the word as she asked, "Ob-see-quee-us?" She had no qualms about asking her English-teacher friend the meaning of a word and planned to add this one to her vocabulary.
"Obsequious; courteous in a way that is expected but also fawning and servile," Amy laughed and apologized, "I'm sorry, Tracy. I know he is a friend of yours and William's and ... damn I just wish he would have kept his mouth off my fingers. I did such a good job of resisting his charm up until that point."
"That bastard," Tracy said in mock seriousness just as William walked by and, hearing the word 'bastard,' assumed the worst and he shook his head in disgust. "Well, you told me what repulsed you. What did you like about him?"
Amy sighed, "What's not to like? Everything I hate is pretty much what I liked. His confidence, his panache, those green eyes, and ... dammit Tracy, you should have warned me about those dimples."
Tracy scribbled down 'panache' to look it up later, but didn't want to interrupt the conversation again.