06-17-2014, 06:50 AM
The purr of the Agera drew his gaze quite readily away from the line of women vying for his attention. They knew who he was, he bet iwth himself, having snapped his picture and done an image search. By then, each and every plaything in sight probably knew more about his family history than he ever cared to know. He couldn't fault them trying for his attention, and not just because of his dashing good looks, because everyone wants another connection to someone with power. Jaxen Marveet, the darling playboy son of the touted next Privilege of DI - Scion Marveet - who could blame them? Really? Besides, it was an angle he'd play if their roles were reversed. There were enough cougars, pumas, and rhinos in the world to share.
But the Agera purred so much more beautifully and dangerous than any cougar. The car hummed, and Jaxen felt his mouth suddenly salivate over it. The slick green lines glowed like sickly ghosts in the fog streaking down the sides. The black was was blacker than the empty void that filled the space between the stars. The engine, benign now, was a powerhouse just waiting to be coaxed into striking action.
Jaxen stifled the boyish grin down to something more appropriate to his age - barely - and approached the door to swap positions with the valet.
But nothing happened.
He frowned and cast a worried look side to side. Kill me you bastards, but spare the car!
He met the eye of the other valet, who seemed to catch on to the problem. But a pair of drunk assholes tossed out to the curb broke their line of sight. The two started in on each other, which made guards descend. Jaxen sneered and hopped out of their way lest the carnage splatter on his perfectly beautiful blue cashmere overcoat. He smoothed the sides and opened the car door.
Driver's seat was empty. Two security guards were breaking up the fight. Reporters were swarming around to capture the moment. Batons came out.
Jaxen slid into the car, ready to throw it into second and get the hell out of there. He pulled the door shut behind him, and all sounds of the exterior world were suddenly muffled to a distant white noise.
But a flash of sculpted thigh caught his eye. His gaze followed the leg on up to a delightfully styled young woman with the flashest hair he believed he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.
"Hmm,"
he murmured, toggled the car into gear and put on the gas.
Together, he and his new friend rocketed out of there. "The valets at Manifesto are more attractive than I remember.
" He glanced at her reflection in the windshield. "You clearly know who I am. So let's hear your name."
The car shifted beautifully into higher gear, begging Jaxen to whip around the open road circling the Kremlin walls.
But the Agera purred so much more beautifully and dangerous than any cougar. The car hummed, and Jaxen felt his mouth suddenly salivate over it. The slick green lines glowed like sickly ghosts in the fog streaking down the sides. The black was was blacker than the empty void that filled the space between the stars. The engine, benign now, was a powerhouse just waiting to be coaxed into striking action.
Jaxen stifled the boyish grin down to something more appropriate to his age - barely - and approached the door to swap positions with the valet.
But nothing happened.
He frowned and cast a worried look side to side. Kill me you bastards, but spare the car!
He met the eye of the other valet, who seemed to catch on to the problem. But a pair of drunk assholes tossed out to the curb broke their line of sight. The two started in on each other, which made guards descend. Jaxen sneered and hopped out of their way lest the carnage splatter on his perfectly beautiful blue cashmere overcoat. He smoothed the sides and opened the car door.
Driver's seat was empty. Two security guards were breaking up the fight. Reporters were swarming around to capture the moment. Batons came out.
Jaxen slid into the car, ready to throw it into second and get the hell out of there. He pulled the door shut behind him, and all sounds of the exterior world were suddenly muffled to a distant white noise.
But a flash of sculpted thigh caught his eye. His gaze followed the leg on up to a delightfully styled young woman with the flashest hair he believed he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.
"Hmm,"
he murmured, toggled the car into gear and put on the gas.
Together, he and his new friend rocketed out of there. "The valets at Manifesto are more attractive than I remember.
" He glanced at her reflection in the windshield. "You clearly know who I am. So let's hear your name."
The car shifted beautifully into higher gear, begging Jaxen to whip around the open road circling the Kremlin walls.