I turned my attention back to the workers. Most men would probably have approachedher and struck up a conversation by now, but when it came to women I first played the card of indifference. Sex in many ways was about instinct, you just had to have the intuition to gauge positive responses from the other person. There was never any real method to it, even despite mynatural inclination for logic. I kept my arms folded but my demeanor open. Females were allabout judging appearances. I was dressed casually myself, also in jeans and a t-
shirt. I wasn‟t
very muscular but I was relatively lean and tall.
“Looks like Belmont restricted the elevator huh?” She said.
I turned to look at her. “Yes, I sense he is an obsessive “I
well” type of guy.”
She laughed. It was a sweet laugh.At that, I saw her change her body position. She moved off the wall and then began towalk nearer to me.
. She looked inside the box of paintings the workers were carryingas they crossed the room.
That looks like a wonderful rendering of Rembrandt
.” She said eyeing the piece.“Ah yes, that one is the Pallas Athena, o
ne of my favorite
pieces.” I replied.
She smiled a full smile this time revealing her teeth.
“A collector yourself or an admirer?” I asked.“Oh a novice at both I guess
. I know the works of Rembrandt and Vermeer. I have only
one contemporary art piece and it‟s nothing to really admire so much as study.” She
I offered my hand, “I‟m Tom Sullivan.”
She shook it. “Abigail Hayes.”
“A pleasure.” I said. I caught a whiff of her scent. Frilly and alluring.“What do you do?” She asked.
“I am an academic suck
up at Harvard actually.”
“Oh you attend Harvard?” She asked excitedly.
“Assistant professor for Philosophy and Social Sciences. I‟m suff
ering my way through aDoctorate program now that, recently has been more time consuming than three full time
minimum wage jobs.” I chuckled, downplaying my occupation.“Philosophy and Social Sciences. Interesting. I just work for a law firm. Buchanan &
orris, have you heard of it?”“I don‟t believe so, but they sound prestigious.” I tried to sound interested but
I wasgrowing bored again. Social interaction taxed me. I stood there trying to remain pleasantcompany, but my mind began to wander.
you might be the only person here not working as a doctor or a lawyer
.” She said.“I suppose it‟s for the best, if not the worst.”“Are you married?”
She asked.I thought that was an unusual question at this early stage and I raised my eyebrowssubtly.
“No, and you?”
“Oh no, not me.”