Her scent drove me mad, and I struggled to concentrate on the dinner meeting. Angelina took out her Blackberry and diligently took notes when the boss spoke, her eyes furiously darting from speaker to gadget. Her fingernails were so long that she gripped her stylus strangely, with her thumb sticking out. Perfect primping covered up any flaws she might have, and none were apparent. Angelina was too skillful to appear human. As she listened and typed, Angelina crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her stockings are mostly black, edged with rich brocade. Her knees are bony, her feet encased in Jimmy Choo. She wears no watch and no jewelry but for a gold chain so thin a spider could have spun it.

Two years ago Angelina graduated cum laude from Harvard Business School and found work easily at our firm as one of the top recruits. She enjoyed a well-deserved reputation as a marketing maven. As much as she stood off and away from her...

Thus, Angelina's chilly demeanor did not adversely impact her ability to produce. She knew how to perform, just not how to make friends. Her brains were the only match for her beauty.
When dinner was served, Angelina daintily picked away at her food. Her right hand periodically picked up the wine goblet that housed the house Chardonnay. She made her way through the wine faster than she did through the first course. With the alcohol warming her, Angelina started talking to her neighbor on the other side. Seizing the opportunity, I asked her to pass the salt and when she did her finger lightly dusted my own with its peach fuzz softness. The goblets were refilled, and refilled. During dessert she looked me in the eye and said, "Hey, you seem like fun. Do you want to go out for a drink after dinner? I know a place."