01-03-2024, 12:46 AM
She heard the footsteps before they were interrupted, and flung the side-eye as soon as her name was spoken. Spectra stifled an inward grown simply because she knew what was coming. The look she threw could have thrown daggers, but she slowly idled away from Alistair long enough to endure the invitation. Despite the depths she had plunged her tongue down his throat, her makeup remained flawless, and ruby red lips curled into a smile that begged the messenger to dare continue.
With a graceful flick of her hair, Spectra resettled the straps of her dress upon her slender shoulders, fixing Alistair with a mischievous glance. It was unknown if his suggestion that they enter separately was taken well, especially after she had strongly urged him to dispel with the false modesty. That he didn’t immediately bow to her demands only made her more interested. For now, she would play the game, but only on the predicated on the assumption that she would inevitably win.
“Don’t be long,” she dragged a sharp fingernail down his cheek and suggested that the way be shown to her.
In the elevator's mirrored interior, Spectra reassured herself of her impeccable appearance. "So, tell me about your boss, this Adrian," she inquired without diverting her attention from her reflection.
"He's a fair boss, demands much but justifiably so," the man replied, his eyes briefly meeting hers in the reflection.
"And?" she pressed, her interest piqued.
He hesitated. "Well, he works tirelessly. Offers good benefits."
She might have rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What do you want to know?”
Her gaze locked onto his, unflinching. She sensed his hesitation wasn't about misunderstanding her words. A generous tip quickly loosened his lips, and he divulged details about Adrian, painting a picture ripe with possibilities for Spectra.
As she stepped into the party, familiar faces from the earlier launch greeted her. Heading straight for Adrian, she navigated the crowd with ease. While she expected recognition - as was typical in her circles - she extended her hand first, a blend of confidence and courtesy. "Spectra," she introduced herself, her handshake firm yet inviting.
With a graceful flick of her hair, Spectra resettled the straps of her dress upon her slender shoulders, fixing Alistair with a mischievous glance. It was unknown if his suggestion that they enter separately was taken well, especially after she had strongly urged him to dispel with the false modesty. That he didn’t immediately bow to her demands only made her more interested. For now, she would play the game, but only on the predicated on the assumption that she would inevitably win.
“Don’t be long,” she dragged a sharp fingernail down his cheek and suggested that the way be shown to her.
In the elevator's mirrored interior, Spectra reassured herself of her impeccable appearance. "So, tell me about your boss, this Adrian," she inquired without diverting her attention from her reflection.
"He's a fair boss, demands much but justifiably so," the man replied, his eyes briefly meeting hers in the reflection.
"And?" she pressed, her interest piqued.
He hesitated. "Well, he works tirelessly. Offers good benefits."
She might have rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What do you want to know?”
Her gaze locked onto his, unflinching. She sensed his hesitation wasn't about misunderstanding her words. A generous tip quickly loosened his lips, and he divulged details about Adrian, painting a picture ripe with possibilities for Spectra.
As she stepped into the party, familiar faces from the earlier launch greeted her. Heading straight for Adrian, she navigated the crowd with ease. While she expected recognition - as was typical in her circles - she extended her hand first, a blend of confidence and courtesy. "Spectra," she introduced herself, her handshake firm yet inviting.