Free Around the World in 80 Men by Brandi Ratliff

doing?” Morgan
thought that they were just having dinner, not more lesson.
    Right then, the waiter arrived with their
wine, and Morgan wasn't quite ready to order. She picked up her
menu, and blurted out the first thing she read. “I'll have the
salmon, with rice and a salad.”
    “I'll have the same, and please bring the
salad out with our meals, I hate to feel rushed.”
    When they were alone again, Julianne started
to explain the last of her training. Morgan had to know the effect
that she had on men, or she would lack the true confidence to do
what she had to do. Subtle moves, they made all the difference in
gaining a man's attention, and they ultimately decided who was in
control of any situation.
    “Now, don't look, but there are two business
men at the bar. Okay, look quickly, they're talking to a man who
just approached them, so they won't see you.”
    Morgan followed her gaze, and turned quickly
to see the now three men, two sitting with their backs to them, and
one standing to their side. “Alright, what do you want me to do?”
Morgan had already turned back around, not wanting to get
busted.
    “Simple, Morgan. Get their attention without
appearing as if you're trying to.” Julianne smiled, and waited for
the lessons to come to mind.
    Morgan stared at the table, willing her
brain to come up with something. The old Morgan would have simply
walked up to the them and introduced herself. But looking back, and
with all that she had learned, that was a mistake. That told the
man that she was available, and no better or different than anyone
else. It was the chase that men enjoyed; finding their prey, and
making the necessary moves.
    As her eyes scanned the
table, they rested on her linen napkin in front of her. She picked
it up slowly, and opened it in front of her. Then she looked at
Julianne, and smiled. Morgan snapped the napkin open, and accidentally dropped it
on the floor beside her.
    “Oh my goodness, I can't believe I did
that.” Then Morgan looked around innocently, and eyed her waiter
who had been behind the bar. “Excuse me, I'm sorry but I dropped my
napkin, could I get another one?” Then Morgan leaned down slowly,
and picked it up. She held it to her side, waiting for the waiter
to replace it.
    After getting a replacement, Morgan thanked
the waiter, and looked back to Julianne with questioning eyes. The
older woman just smiled in encouragement for her to continue. She
looked at her silverware, but if she dropped that too, she would
get attention, but not the positive kind.
    “Morgan!” Julianne said her name much louder
than was necessary. “I meant to ask you, where did you get those
shoes?!” Julianne's fake enthusiasm was comical, and the young
woman hid her smile behind her hand as she turned sideways in her
chair.
    Crossing one leg over the other slowly,
Morgan ran her hand down the length of her calf. “Oh, I got them in
a boutique not far from here. I'll take you there one afternoon if
you'd like”. Then she brought her hand back up her calf, and said,
“they are cute, but you wouldn't want to walk in them all day, my
legs are killing me.”
    Before she could turn back in her chair,
Julianne's face turned downward, a small smile was being hidden
from someone. Someone, who Morgan could feel had walked up right
beside her.
    “Excuse me ladies, my friends and I over
there,” the tall business man pointed behind him, “would like to
buy you a drink.”
    Morgan didn't know what to say, and it
didn't matter, because Julianne handled it. “Oh, thank you. But we
just ordered our wine, and I think that's quite enough for us. But
I do hope that you and your friends have a lovely evening.”
    Julianne smiled at the man's back as he
walked away. Morgan leaned across the table, and whispered, “did
that really just happen? Did I lure him in that easily? Oh my God!”
She laughed when Julianne gave her a slight nod, and a smile.
    Over dinner, Morgan had lured three more men
to her side. The