Tag: Alpha vs Alpha

PICKING UP THE TAB (Chapter 3)

                      Eager to begin, Marquesa puts Her glass down, focuses Her attention completely on Her prey, and begins to send him telepathic commands.   “BECOME DROWSY!…RELAX!!…REST!…SLEEP!”  These thought messages, short and sweet, sound like something from Hypnotism Made E-Z — comic book hypnosis — but in Her earlier ‘laboratory trials’, short-and-sweet seemed to outperform long-and-involved messages.  At first, Her quarry seems oblivious to the thoughts She sends his way, but She’s not easily deterred.  Besides, She tells Herself, the night is still young.
She knows this is much like fishing — sometimes it takes a while before you get that first bite.  Minute after minute, eyes and mind focused on Her prey and concentrating intently, She continues on.  Once again, as though he senses Her energy, senses Her closeness, he looks back again in Her direction.  Owing to Her darkened corner, He doesn’t register Her presence, but the fact that he looks around suggests to Her that he’s still alert, so if he’s responding to Her commands as She’d hoped, it’s not apparent.  Realizing something is amiss, She stops and realizes She needs to regroup.  “Grasshopper!” She thinks, “You have yet much to learn before you attain true Mastery. Time to start over.  Back to basics…”

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PICKING UP THE TAB (Chapter 2)

The maitre d’ leads a young couple to a nearby table.  Her glance drawn instinctively to movement, Marquesa casually follows their progress.  By the looks of them, She guesses, Married. His dress seems a bit too shabby to come here often, so he’s taking her to dinner?…Celebrating something, perhaps? — a salary increase, an anniversary, her birthday?…Nice enough but Boring.

 

Swiftly tiring of them, Her glance swings back to the bar, and, suddenly, Her pulse quickens and Her eyes narrow.  Moving to an unoccupied high table off to one side of the bar is a youngish man, in his early to mid-30’s…at first glance, very good looking.  She watches him intently as he moves from the bar to a table under an overhead light, a fresh drink in hand, Scotch, by the loom of it.  During the few seconds in which he seats himself, he unknowingly presents Her with a clear view of his face, and instantly, She likes what She sees:  Trim, tallish — maybe 6’2″, well dressed — much better dressed than the fellow just seated — sandy haired, handsome and knows it, moves with the easy self-assurance of an alpha male.

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