The Art Of Winning

The bet

Sander looked at her and purposely started wiggling both eyebrows up and down, sending her into a fit of laughter. He looked at her, really looked, and then a thought popped into his head, one that could benefit him. After him and his business rival/friend Chris made that bet 3 weeks ago he'd been thinking of ways to win, it was just pure luck that he met this woman tonight, this woman who just happened to be in love with Chris.

She looked at him, seeing his far away expression, wondering what had him like that. She poked him in his arm and a snapped out of it, he turned to her with a vibrant smile. If she wasn't so in love with Christopher she'd love to have sex with this beautiful man, just because she was in love with her boss didn't mean she couldn't look though, and she was enjoying looking. He had what looked like a six-pack under his shirt, a six-pack that she wouldn't mind running her hands and tongue across.

He wafted him hand across her face, bringing her from her lust filled trance, gosh, she needed to get laid, she thought.

"So tell me more about this boss of yours, what makes him so great?" He said, laughing, a twinge of something in his eyes, she noticed.

"I love his determanation, his voice, his look, his everything." She replied, laughing aswell.

"And let me guess, he's never noticed you?" He said, raising his eyebrows, again.

"No, he's never noticed me, but I have hope that he might, one day." She laughed.

"If a guy doesn't notice a girl straight away, he hardly will." He said bluntly.

"Don't say that!" She said, whacking him on his arm, again.

"It's true, trust me, I'm a guy." He lightly punching her arm back, lighter then she had to his.

"I hate you!" She laughed.

"I bet you can't get him to fall in love with you." He said, laughing.

"Are you joking?" She asked.

"No, perfectly serious, I bet you that you can't get him to fall in love with you." He laughed.

Mia looked at him, this guy was betting her that she couldn't get the love of her life to fall in love with her, she might be a good girl, but she couldn't refuse a bet like that, plus she wanted to prove Mr. Arrogance sat next to her that he was wrong, the only problem was she didn't know how to do it, how did she get Christopher to fall in love with her.

"I'm not sure," She said seriously.

"Okay, I'll help you." He replied.

"It's a bet, why would you help me." She laughed.

"Think of it more like a dare than a bet, just if you win, I'll give you £500, but if I win, you have to quit your job." He said, smiling.

"Quit my job? Why quit my job?" She said, eyebrows raised.

"You won't want to work there anyway, it would be too uncomfortable for you." He replied.

"True, okay, I accept your bet, how are you going to help me though?" She asked, downing the rest of her drink.

"Sexy clothes, teaching you flirting, that sort of thing." He smiled.

"Okay, it's a bet."

"Great, what's your number?" He asked.

"Why?" She raised her eyebrows mockingly.

"So I can call you about helping you, I need to go now, I have a business thing to take care of, but I'll call you when we can meet up, if that's okay?" He said.

She took out her pen and grabbed a mat from the table, turning it around and writing her number on it, before passing it to him. He got up and bend down to lightly kiss her on the cheek, a sign to her that he was obviously either rich or had impecable manners for a normal guy, either way she didn't care, he offered his help and she would gladly take it. He said bye and started walking off towards the door, halfway there he turned by to her and winked before going on his journey once more.

A few minutes later Patrick returned to the table, confused as to what had Mia face grinning.