I drew attention to Her, barely got out of the arrival terminal. And it was not even in the plate with my name, which she was holding in her hands. It was just impossible to ignore such a woman. The men passing by automatically turned their heads in her direction, and many women probably experienced an inferiority complex next to her. It was some kind of magic, because if we looked at It in detail, there was nothing special about It. On the contrary, these details could create a feeling of coldness and inaccessibility. Age - from 25 to 30 years. Strict business suit dull gray, consisting of a fitted jacket and a pencil skirt, reaching to the knees. White blouse, tightly buttoned under the neck with a black tie, diving into the neckline of the jacket. A short haircut and unpainted dark brown hair said that this woman had no time to do any nonsense, such as daily styling in the morning. The face was very ordinary, even a little rustic, and makeup - low-key. But obviously not cheap glasses in a thin frame gave him a bitchy look of a real business woman, who had long since scored on her personal life. Slender legs were packed in black tights. On well-groomed hands - natural manicure. And the only element that enlivened this image is the elegant Labutenes on a high thin hairpin.

However, all together it was an explosive mixture that made the heart beat faster and caused a desire to whistle from admiration. The stranger was surrounded by such a powerful aura of eroticism that I already captured the spirit. I am sure, choose as many women as you like, dress them in a business style and suggest choosing the one that most fully corresponds to sexual fantasies such as “boss and secretary” or “I and a work colleague” - and any man will give the palm to this luxurious woman without hesitation !

I approached and addressed her, struggling with long forgotten timidity:

- Hello! I saw my name on your plate ...

Her smile filled me with puppy delight.

- Leonid Sergeevich?

I just nodded in response, as a lump stuck in my throat, not allowing me to say a word. “Yes, damn, what's wrong with me ?! Get a hold of yourself!!!"

- Hello. My name is Barbara. Stanislav Nikolaevich ordered to meet you. Come on. The car is waiting.

She quickly walked to the exit, telling on the go:

- I flew in yesterday and cooked everything. The car is rented for 3 days with the possibility of extension. Hotel, conference room in it. Buffet reception at the best restaurant in case the deal goes through ...

- "If?" Wrong attitude, Barbara! The deal will take place!

- I apologize. Of course, I'm sure of it too. But in which case, the buffet can be canceled. Agreed on a minimum penalty. Before leaving, she made inquiries about the preferences of our partners and organized a cultural program for the first evening. I booked a VIP room for a night in a men's club. I hope you will not be offended that I will not accompany you there? Just by the rules of the club, women can not attend it. But the rest of the time I am completely (she highlighted this word with intonation) at your disposal ...

We left the airport. Near the porch was parked black "Camry".

- ... I know that you love German cars, but, unfortunately, nothing more worthy was found in this city.

- It is quite worthy, I assure you.

The driver picked up my suitcase and put it in the trunk while my companion and I were getting into the car in the back seat.

“To the hotel,” Varvara said shortly, and the car smoothly moved off.

While we were driving, Varvara gave me a detailed description of each of the partners who will participate in the negotiations, including information about their marital status and hobbies.

“I am delighted!” I absolutely sincerely praised Barbara. “You have prepared well and your information will help me a lot.

“I tried,” my companion sweetly embarrassed me, “I know how much this deal has for you and for Stanislav Nikolayevich.”

- I think that the success of the negotiations will have very positive consequences for you too. I personally will insist on this Stas, if all goes well.

- Thank you ... And here is the hotel. 3 stars, but the hotel is very good. I looked at all the decent places here while I chose this one.

“I don’t even doubt your choice,” I praised again.

The head waiter clearly already knew who we were, since without further ado he picked up my things and escorted us to the room. It was a suite on the top floor, consisting of two bedrooms and a living room. On the table were already laid out the paper, apparently on the upcoming transaction. I also noticed a large suitcase against the wall. Barbara caught my eye and immediately explained:

- These are my things. I just didn't know which bedroom you would choose ...

“Will we live in the same room ?,” I was pleasantly surprised.

- Yes. I thought it would be convenient. Perhaps, in the course of negotiations, you will have to make some changes to the documents and have to work at night ...

- I agree. It is reasonable. I do not care. Let my left room be.

My choice for some reason made her smile, and she hurried to explain:

- Apparently, this is genetically inherent in men - on business trips go left.

After that, Barbara laughed so cheerfully and naturally that I involuntarily joined her, although the joke was still there! And certainly it did not fit into the framework of business communication. But the woman quickly became serious again:

- We have a half hour before the first meeting. Maybe you want a snack ?, - she smoothly moved her hand to a small table near the sofa where a light afternoon snack was served.

- Thank you, I ate the plane. But take a shower. And you need to iron a suit with a shirt. Are you organizing?

- I myself stroked everything. So safer. I do not trust here.

- Then take it in your suitcase. Code 387. A shirt and tie whatever they come across.

When I, refreshed and as if looking younger, came out of the shower, my ironed outfit was already neatly hanging on the hangers on the door handle of the bedroom I chose. The choice of shirt and tie was immaculate, but the look of the last accessory puzzled me. The tie was untied! Barbara, rising from the table to meet me, immediately noticed my concern.

- Something is wrong?

- Have you untied your tie?

- Of course. After all, it was necessary to stroke! Any problems?

- Uh ... I am ashamed to admit, but I'm not very friendly with this subject.

“And who usually binds you to him?”

- Wife ... But more often the saleswoman in the store. And from now on I try not to touch him.

- Do not worry. I think I can manage as well as a saleswoman in a store or yours ..., - she stopped short, realizing that she had said too much, and hastily continued, - Get dressed, I will do everything.

I went back to the living room after 5 minutes and cautiously handed my tie to Barbara. She came so close to me that even through my clothes I felt the warmth of her body with all my skin. From the delicate aroma of her perfume, my head began to spin, and when she wrapped her arms around my neck to raise the collar of my shirt, my male nature began to pour blood against my will. Varya tied her tie almost blindly, looking into my eyes with her big brown eyes and a wandering smile on her face. She was so close that I suddenly became unbearably keen to cling to her smiling, lightly glossy lips. To get rid of the obsession, I looked down, staring at her almost touching chest, hidden by an opaque dull blouse. The woman took it in her own way.

- Is there something wrong with me? Something with clothes?

And here some illumination came to me:

- Everything is good. But I remembered how you talked about the preferences of our partners.

- By the way, I will not mind if you will contact me on "you." So what do you mean?

- I thought it would be nice if you ... you ...