01-30-2014, 03:43 PM
By Spectra's extremely flat and otherwise lack of reaction, it was evident she had was ignorant of this Heinz Ketchup person. Then he explained it, and her laughter rolled with sweet amusement. She'd never eaten a hamburger and french fry in the whole of her life. That Hood thought she had was adorable. Did he not recall the raspberry? She should make him remember before the night was over.
She did have a purse now, so she made certain to pluck the card from his grasp before he could tuck it away once more. She took a certain amount of pleasure in seeing his false name printed so honestly on the stock alongside the title that it seemed he also found entertaining. When Spectra's handbag swallowed the thing up, she flicked the bag closed with a painfully loud snap. "Ladders do need boys to hold the rungs back on the ground,"
she said. The tease did have a ring of certaintude to it, however. She'd never given much thought to the people her agency provided for security, but perhaps she should take an interest. At least a small one.
She rewarded the man that opened the car door with a sultry smile and a flash of dark eyes so uncommon to his part of the world. When she slithered into the seat, she leaned out briefly into the cool air once more to speak to him. "In my world, there is no offense when it comes to business, señor."
Her tilted eyes curled toward Hood, urging him to conclude his own business, because her skin tingled with years of anticipation that they finally be about theirs.
The car finally pulled away, and with the loss of Hood's coat, she almost expected him to eagerly pull her closer. Instead, he gathered something he held far more dear: his guns. Spectra's smile grew warmly as she leaned over to help him don the coat once more. She was tense with foreplay and flirtation, and when she slid close enough for the plush fur of her coat to press against his side, the desire painted a vivid imagination behind burning eyes. "If only you were,"
she purred.
She gave the suite a dutiful examination upon entering. All the fineries were present and the air pleasantly warm. She dropped the pelts of her coat on a nearby couch, and gave little thought to the fact that it puddled to the floor instead. When he turned from the bar, she was waiting. Her patience was stretching to its limits, but she allowed Hood his drink. Hard liquor turned even the gentlest men into the pawning animals they were, and Hood was hardly gentle. She was thoroughly going to enjoy herself.
She did have a purse now, so she made certain to pluck the card from his grasp before he could tuck it away once more. She took a certain amount of pleasure in seeing his false name printed so honestly on the stock alongside the title that it seemed he also found entertaining. When Spectra's handbag swallowed the thing up, she flicked the bag closed with a painfully loud snap. "Ladders do need boys to hold the rungs back on the ground,"
she said. The tease did have a ring of certaintude to it, however. She'd never given much thought to the people her agency provided for security, but perhaps she should take an interest. At least a small one.
She rewarded the man that opened the car door with a sultry smile and a flash of dark eyes so uncommon to his part of the world. When she slithered into the seat, she leaned out briefly into the cool air once more to speak to him. "In my world, there is no offense when it comes to business, señor."
Her tilted eyes curled toward Hood, urging him to conclude his own business, because her skin tingled with years of anticipation that they finally be about theirs.
The car finally pulled away, and with the loss of Hood's coat, she almost expected him to eagerly pull her closer. Instead, he gathered something he held far more dear: his guns. Spectra's smile grew warmly as she leaned over to help him don the coat once more. She was tense with foreplay and flirtation, and when she slid close enough for the plush fur of her coat to press against his side, the desire painted a vivid imagination behind burning eyes. "If only you were,"
she purred.
She gave the suite a dutiful examination upon entering. All the fineries were present and the air pleasantly warm. She dropped the pelts of her coat on a nearby couch, and gave little thought to the fact that it puddled to the floor instead. When he turned from the bar, she was waiting. Her patience was stretching to its limits, but she allowed Hood his drink. Hard liquor turned even the gentlest men into the pawning animals they were, and Hood was hardly gentle. She was thoroughly going to enjoy herself.