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clear – OK, it was a vast expanse of
nothingness – but I wasn’t going to tell Brad that. I wanted to sound like I
had some kind of a life.
    ‘Well, I had a
couple of things planned, but they can wait until later. So I have a couple of
hours free.’
    ‘Excellent!
We’ll go whenever you are ready.’
    Half an hour
later, we were seated outside a café in Darling Harbour, enjoying the fading
light and the sound of happy city workers all around us, everyone enjoying the
special buzz of Thank God It’s Friday. There were plenty of well-dressed city
guys around, but Brad stood out as being a cut above the rest in his tailored
suit and hand-made shirt. I had to be careful not to gawp and make a fool of
myself, so I tried to think of something to say.
                ‘I’ve started on the
interviews,’ I began. But Brad shook his head.
                ‘Let’s not talk about work,’
he said. ‘It’s the weekend…all that can wait until next week. Why don’t you
tell me a little more about you?’
                He leaned forward as if he
was genuinely interested, not just some guy feigning interest in order to get
his leg over. That was a first. I felt myself blushing and hoped it was dusky
enough for him not to notice.
                ‘There’s not much to say,’ I
offered, rather pathetically.
                ‘Now, I don’t believe that.
I am sure there would be some amazing stories to tell if I could read your
mind.’
                Gulp! I didn’t want him or
anyone else reading my mind. I could probably be arrested for over-use of the
male population or something. And him a sex therapist, too…I could probably provide
him with enough material for a whole series of seminars and a bestselling book
or two. I smiled politely and fluttered my eyelashes. That usually works, but
Brad was a tough nut to crack.
                ‘You said you are single,’
he continued. ‘I find that hard to fathom. What’s the matter with the guys in
this town…don’t they know a real beauty when they see one?’
                I know I shouldn’t fall for
such obvious lines, but I’m a sucker for flattery. I just lap it all up. Compliments
where get you everywhere with me. I giggled and waited hopefully for another
compliment. I wasn’t disappointed.
                ‘I’m sure you will make some
lucky man very happy one day,’ he said gravely.
                Making men very happy was my
speciality, but possibly not in the sense he intended. I tried to imagine
myself settling down with one guy and living happily ever after. Happily ever
after? With the same dick for the rest of your life? I considered that a rather
scary prospect. It would be like going on vacation to exactly the same place
every year. I know plenty of people do that, but those kinds of people are
already dead inside. I didn’t want to join them. But then again, looking at
Brad now, I could see that the idea had its appealing side, too. I mean, if it
was someone like him, good looking, successful and loving, maybe it could
work….
    …could it?
    It’s a good job
Brad couldn’t read my mind, because at that moment, I was mentally exploring
the contents of his underpants. He was a tall man…did that mean that things were
proportionately large in other departments? What would a world-leading expert
on sex be like on the sack? It sure would be interesting to find out. But it
didn’t seem likely that I would get the opportunity. After all, for all his
compliments, I was well aware that I wasn’t in his league. I must look like a
trashy office girl compared to the sophisticated women in his usual circles.
    I was miles
away, following my own train of thought. Then I realized that Brad’s voice had
stopped. I realized he had asked me a question, and was now politely waiting
for an answer. Bollocks. I had absolutely no idea what he had been talking
about. Now I