She excitedly held her phone up to me.
"He's asked me out!"
"If he needs a big client, can't I just pretend to be one? Why go through the trouble of seducing him?" Dolores asked, a bit confused.
"My husband is very cautious in business. If he thinks you're a potential client, he'll scrutinize you, probably even investigate your background."
"But if he believes you're a woman who's interested in him, his guard will drop. He'll think you're easy to manipulate."
I pulled out a lipstick and touched up her makeup.
"He trusts in his own charm—and women's supposed foolishness."
Dolores's brow furrowed, her expression tinged with distaste.
"Then let's show him what we're really made of."
We exchanged a look and laughed.
That evening, when Dolores returned, I was making soup.
