Laura dug out her most outrageous pair of high heels. The open-toe platform slingbacks. The ones that were far too racy to ever wear in public. In fact, the heels on them were so high that she had to move slowly to avoid toppling over. Her toes were painted a bright pink colour which clashed – deliberately – with the black of her shoes.
Now she just had to wait for him.
Tim arrived, knocked on the door and let himself in. Laura always made sure her flat was in pristine condition, especially if she was entertaining, and by the time Tim arrived she had popped a couple of tea bags in two clean mugs and flicked the kettle on as she heard him come in.
Tim took his usual seat and thanked Laura as she handed him his drink. He’d noticed her footwear; it would have been impossible not to, and he sensed that as they chatted about work and the weather that she was trying to catch his attention.
Of course she was. If stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes wasn’t going to work, she would have to take charge of the situation.