EIGHTEEN
The Femme Fatale Handbook
Part Two: Putting all of this to use
Chapter Five: The “C” Word
Okay, so you’ve figured out which seductive character type you most associate with or you’ve picked which type of seductress you are most comfortable portraying. What now? Now we move to the subject of just how you are going to become Venus, Cleopatra, Marilyn Monroe or Mae West. Now we talk about how to make all of this a reality, your reality.
Step One: Don’t rush! Seduction is not a get rich quick scheme. Instead, it’s a process. Yes, I know this part is a bummer, but it bears repeating. This. Will. Take. Time. You’re going to have to be patient. Just as Rome wasn’t built in a day, your abilities to seduce the opposite sex are going to take practice! You won’t have the object of your seduction eating out of your hand in a week. It will take much longer, so you must be patient! Remember that seduction is a fine art, and as with all fine arts, it takes time and perseverance to reach your goal. So digest that fact, and once you’ve come to terms with it, let’s move on.
Ready? Good, I commend you.
Confidence is the key to the femme fatale’s sexy personality. And in order to emulate that sexy personality, you need to let go of any and all negativity. You know what I’m talking about—that nagging voice that tells you you aren’t good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough, rich enough, etcetera. Tell that voice to take a hike because it’s not doing you any good! When you worry about anything, it kills your mood and affects your attractiveness. Jealousy and insecurity are the antithesis of confidence and, therefore, the antithesis of sexy.
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DEREK
I was definitely surprised to see Nikki, but by the time I recognized her, it was already too late. The two guys I was with, John and Luke, had spotted Nikki and her friend immediately and were already on their way over, ready to make a move like the wolves they were.
“How are you lovely ladies doing this evening?” John asked as he sidled up next to Nikki, who immediately glared at me.
“We are fine,” she said between clenched teeth.
“Hi, Nikki,” I said with a quick, uncomfortable smile. Based on our body language, it was fairly obvious that neither one of us wanted to be there.
“Hi,” she responded as her friend leaned over and tapped Nikki’s hand.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” she asked at the same time that John faced me quizzically.
“You know each other?” he asked, looking dumbfounded, which was a good word for him because, in general, John was pretty dumb. Good thing for him he was good looking, because he’d managed to skate by on his looks all his life.
I nodded, but Nikki was the one to speak. “The only person I can introduce you to is Derek,” she said with a well-pronounced frown as she turned to face me. “Derek, this is my friend, Dani. Dani, Derek.” Then she took a huge gulp of whatever it was she was drinking and continued to glare at me.
“Nice to meet you, Dani,” I said to the very attractive brunette. Both she and Nikki were dressed to kill—their legs and breasts on full display for everyone to see. And based on the hawkish looks they both were getting, I’d say they were succeeding. I suddenly wished I had a blanket to throw around the both of them. Yes, I was just as annoyed now as I had been the first time Nikki had shown up to class dressed in a seductive way. Of course, the way she was dressed now put to shame what she’d been wearing to class.
My own irritation over my irritation irritated me even more.
“Likewise,” Dani said as she offered me a flirtatious grin.
“Dani, Nikki,” I started before motioning to my two friends. “This is John, and the silent one is Luke.”
“Thanks for that, dude,” Luke said as he frowned at me but then turned his pearly whites to the girls. Somehow, I needed to let them both know that Nikki and her friend were off limits because they were undergraduates and Nikki was my student.
“Nice to meet you,” Nikki said to the guys. It wasn’t lost on me that she refused to so much as look in my direction. I took a swig of my beer and decided to fuck with her. Why? Because I wasn’t in a good mood, and I didn’t appreciate being ignored. That, and she looked so hot, I wanted nothing more than to replace that frown with the expression of intense passion as I shoved myself inside her.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” I started as I faced her. “I didn’t think you were old enough to drink,” I finished with a broad smile, daring her to up my bet.
She speared me with a narrowed expression that said my comment had gotten underneath her skin. Then she released a pent-up breath, as if talking herself out of letting me piss her off.
“Well, lucky for me, I am!” she answered with a smile that she aimed at John and then Luke alone. Both of them responded by leaning in closer to her. I suddenly felt like jumping in between them and pushing them away. Truth be told, I hated the way they were looking at her—like they were starving and she was a slab of juicy meat.
“Nikki turned twenty-one earlier this year,” Dani said as she eyed me with interest. It was fairly clear that she appreciated what she saw. “And I turned twenty-two a few months ago,” she added.
“How old are you both?” Nikki asked John and Luke as I downed the remnants of my beer and wished I had another.
“Twenty-seven,” Luke answered with a smile.
“I’m thirty,” John said as I inhaled deeply and tried not to continue looking at everyone with murderous intent.
“They’re old enough that they should know better than to flirt with undergraduates,” I spat out, grilling Luke and John with my insistent stare. John said nothing but took a swig of his beer while Luke met my gaze with his steady one.
“Don’t let Derek get to you, girls,” he said as he waved me away with an unconcerned hand. “He’s just in trouble with the dean again and it’s put him into a bad mood.”
Clearly, Luke didn’t know that Nikki was one of my students, otherwise he would have kept his big mouth shut. Of course, it wasn’t exactly his fault that I hadn’t let him know otherwise, but I didn’t care. I was pissed off, and I needed a scapegoat.
Nikki immediately faced me, her smile radiant. “Is that so?” she asked as she ran her index finger around the rim of her glass, her expression challenging. God, I wanted to rip her clothes off and see that hot little body naked. “Is the dean pissed off because he caught you sleeping with one of your students again?” She paused for a split second. “Only those in graduate school, though, of course.”
I nearly choked in response. Meanwhile Luke and John erupted into a fit of laughter. Nikki smiled at both of them before gripping her friend’s arm. “And on that note, we bid you gentlemen a good night,” she said as she and Dani walked away.
“None of that is true, by the way,” I started, but it was too late because the girls were already retreating. I faced my friends with a shrug. “Well, at least, not anymore.”
“Holy shit,” John said as he threw back the rest of his Jameson before setting it on the counter beside him. “That was all kinds of awesome.”
“Who the hell was that?” Luke asked, turning to face me with the same awed expression John had. Clearly, they were both taken by the girls.
“That was one of my students,” I answered, my eyes narrowing on both of them in a way that said Nikki was off limits. “Who also just so happens to be a huge pain in my ass.”