Part 1 Ankle Bracelet
Who are you? I need to know as much as possible about you so I can have a winning strategy.
The aura you wear is of mystery. You look sweet but dressed to kill. You smell wild sex but you put an invisible barrier between us while we are only ten centre metres apart in this more crowded than usual boadroom. I can’t quite work you out, yet.
The ankle bracelet, I wonder if your toes are manicured and painted red or black. When you run your toes around me, will the bracelet be a distraction?
Focus Tommy! I snap myself out of the trance you put me into. Clearing my throat, I swallow and force my attention to the line graph on the presentation screen.