[ Cadence bides her time waiting for his return in the usual manner: within a few minutes of Clay's departure, one of the aforementioned men has approached their table, chatting her up while his eyes wander over her. Cadence is inviting, charming even as she eyes his neckline peeking out from his collar (a little gamey, must be a jogger). Instead her hunt turns to a different focus; while he peppers her with probing questions on the nature of her relationship with Mr. Emerson and "why he hasn't seen her at previous functions", she responds in kind with demurred answers and some targeted questions about his company's holdings he seems too horny to bother reading into.
Still, work objectives aside, it's not to say she can't still have a little fun. Cadence offers her best faux-laugh to some asinine comment he's made about recent stock performance, grazing his wrist with her hand. ]
l o o k he doesn't really count
Still, work objectives aside, it's not to say she can't still have a little fun. Cadence offers her best faux-laugh to some asinine comment he's made about recent stock performance, grazing his wrist with her hand. ]
Oh, you're too funny...