When she called after the first day, her voice was tense. “Negotiations are tough; they’re teasing, just stringing me along.” Damn, I thought the black dress would do it for her.

The next evening I heard her frustration. “I worked him at the table, but he’s resisting.” She has to lean in, press her advantage.

By the last day, she sounded breathless. “We are so close. I need just one night.” She had it.

No call was necessary the last night. I lay in bed, wishing I was there, watching her close.