03-30-2014, 02:31 PM
He smirked slightly at her come-back, and her wandering hand would find all the evidence she needed to know she had her own desired affect on him. He held her gaze for as long as she was giving him her undivided attention, studying her eyes and pondering the wonderfully sinister intelligence that was hinted in their depths. In all likelihood, the two would not be crossing paths again, at least in this lifetime.
He had already made that call, and a Pervaya Security staff car waited not two blocks away. No unmarked secretly armoured SUV waited her this time. This was the pride of their fleet, a gleaming white Rolls Royce limousine with the company symbols, and of course hidden armour plating, bullet proof glass, sup'd up engine, reinforced bumper, and hidden panels in the driving compartment for small arms. Just in case.
She pulled away and he allowed her; she had a schedule to keep, he was sure. No doubt she was already thinking of interesting ways to spin the previous night's incidents to further increase her mystique and fame, and he would not impose further. They had both gotten what they wanted last night.
He leaned back against the counter and took a fork full of his own breakfast, downing it in quick, controlled movements. "The company limo can be here in ten minutes. My boss contacted your people, and there is a fresh change of clothes with the driver and escort. And, I am told, a basket of your preferred soaps and bath oils."
As spectacular as she looked in his shirt, it was a cold morning. Sending her out in that and her soiled fur coat probably wouldn't sit well with her. Better that she remember he was one that enjoyed covering all the bases. The better she looked getting out of that limo, the better Pervaya Security would look in comparison, and whether in the world of fashion or security, image was very important.
He had already made that call, and a Pervaya Security staff car waited not two blocks away. No unmarked secretly armoured SUV waited her this time. This was the pride of their fleet, a gleaming white Rolls Royce limousine with the company symbols, and of course hidden armour plating, bullet proof glass, sup'd up engine, reinforced bumper, and hidden panels in the driving compartment for small arms. Just in case.
She pulled away and he allowed her; she had a schedule to keep, he was sure. No doubt she was already thinking of interesting ways to spin the previous night's incidents to further increase her mystique and fame, and he would not impose further. They had both gotten what they wanted last night.
He leaned back against the counter and took a fork full of his own breakfast, downing it in quick, controlled movements. "The company limo can be here in ten minutes. My boss contacted your people, and there is a fresh change of clothes with the driver and escort. And, I am told, a basket of your preferred soaps and bath oils."
As spectacular as she looked in his shirt, it was a cold morning. Sending her out in that and her soiled fur coat probably wouldn't sit well with her. Better that she remember he was one that enjoyed covering all the bases. The better she looked getting out of that limo, the better Pervaya Security would look in comparison, and whether in the world of fashion or security, image was very important.