Wait. Could it be that her ability made her aware of how to please me?
Perhaps all it took was a single acknowledgment from her for me to end up exactly where she wanted—right in her palm.
I won't deny it. That sounded uncomfortably accurate.
Truth was, most men were built that way. Simple creatures.
Give us a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day, and we would remember it until the day we die.
Tell us we did a good job, and the rest of the day would glow with positive energy.
That was how low maintenance we were. A single "I appreciate all your hard work" could carry us for days, sometimes longer.
Getting back to the point, I chose not to dwell on how easily she put me at ease. After a few more exchanges, our conversation came to an end.
I drove back toward the guild building, staying alert the entire way, half-expecting someone to tail me. There was none.
Our conversation replayed in my mind as I drove.
