[ Clay knows it’s evasive. He’s very aware, in the back of his mind. However, he's also is a strong martini and three glasses of champagne deep with not much else on his fire-filled stomach. Even without the alcohol, it usually doesn’t take much to get Clyteus to bend to carnal desire.
There’s a dramatic sort of stall as he looks toward the vase with consideration. A small sigh of defeat. ]
I think I’ll survive without it. I believe there must be a hotel nearby with vacancy, if you want to accompany me?
[ A smile that shivers at her touch just a bit. He looks down and meets her eyes and feels the need to make sure she agrees, despite his immunity to her charms. ] ...All part of your compensated responsibilities tonight, of course.
[ The double pat she gives his lapel is only slightly condescending. ]
Good man. [ Man. Lizard. Whatever. ] That sounds great; I'm partial to The St. Regis or Lowell myself.
[ She's trying to make out what exactly that look is for, why he seems so intent; however, uncomfortable with examining it too thoroughly, she labels it as a softer variation on his already self-imposed infatuation with her. He'll learn, as they all do...it's simply a matter of how much she has to double down on that lesson.
In the meantime though, why not have a little fun? As a treat. ]
[ Clay smiles then, and it’s lustful but with the implication of something softer. His expression, while desirous, is deeper rooted than that usual smiles he gives to women, something fairly new but he can’t presently see it to be disturbed by it. At current, he is a bit too intoxicated by her aura and the alcohol to consider it, but were he able to rewind and observe it later, he would... perhaps feel a bit discomfit. ]
Hmmm. I believe I have an outstanding favor waiting to be exploited at the St. Regis, as a matter of fact.
[ He leans in then, holding her face and kissing the other side of her jaw with a low hum. ] I’ll make a call and then summon my driver?
[ Now, Cadence couldn't give two shits whether or not Clay actually does have an outstanding favor; that was ultimately just the ends justifying their means.
But the obedience to her whims? Definite turn-on.
Cadence turns to bare her cheek for his kiss, exposing her neck for easy access and closing her eyes for a moment as he travels southward. For any other woman, it would've been a submission, a surrender to that pleasure.
With Cadence? Always hard to tell if the viper was lulled or simply lulling you. ]
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when u see a typo in the last post and now its fate is sealed
There’s a dramatic sort of stall as he looks toward the vase with consideration. A small sigh of defeat. ]
I think I’ll survive without it. I believe there must be a hotel nearby with vacancy, if you want to accompany me?
[ A smile that shivers at her touch just a bit. He looks down and meets her eyes and feels the need to make sure she agrees, despite his immunity to her charms. ] ...All part of your compensated responsibilities tonight, of course.
no!! that's the thing i'm sensitive about!!
Good man. [ Man. Lizard. Whatever. ] That sounds great; I'm partial to The St. Regis or Lowell myself.
[ She's trying to make out what exactly that look is for, why he seems so intent; however, uncomfortable with examining it too thoroughly, she labels it as a softer variation on his already self-imposed infatuation with her. He'll learn, as they all do...it's simply a matter of how much she has to double down on that lesson.
In the meantime though, why not have a little fun? As a treat. ]
i didn’t know you were so sensitive!!
Hmmm. I believe I have an outstanding favor waiting to be exploited at the St. Regis, as a matter of fact.
[ He leans in then, holding her face and kissing the other side of her jaw with a low hum. ] I’ll make a call and then summon my driver?
jokes on you: i'm always sensitive
[ Now, Cadence couldn't give two shits whether or not Clay actually does have an outstanding favor; that was ultimately just the ends justifying their means.
But the obedience to her whims? Definite turn-on.
Cadence turns to bare her cheek for his kiss, exposing her neck for easy access and closing her eyes for a moment as he travels southward. For any other woman, it would've been a submission, a surrender to that pleasure.
With Cadence? Always hard to tell if the viper was lulled or simply lulling you. ]
Sounds like a plan.