She drew him into her force field like a moth to a flame. She interrupted his techno-blather, which he blatantly meant to impress her, and told him to shut up and fetch her a brandy Manhattan. When he returned with her drink, he was nervous as hell. She backed off a tad and allowed him to babble and make a fool of himself. On the surface, she saw a super bright, cocky, and smart-assed young man, full of himself, and obviously interested in her cleavage. Inside, she saw a frightened little boy trying to hide from her.
His fascination with her breasts did nothing to endear him to her. She knew lots of younger men eager to look down her neckline. What she liked about him were his boyish good looks, his intelligence, and a latent need to submit to a strong woman. He covered his maternal need
