12-27-2024, 04:39 PM
He was there in a moment, and Nesrin’s smile was a genuine light up of expression. Not that she couldn’t assure her own swift exit, but it was nice to have that added layer of security. And all the better when it smiled at her like that.
The best cons contained an effortless blend of actual truth in them, and she had not been lying about mixing some pleasure with her business – which absolutely was concluded, at least for tonight. “Business done,” she repeated in a silky tone as he pressed a guiding hand to the small of her back. She didn’t resist; she was keen enough to leave, and it saved her having to fabricate a reason. Something small had changed in Eddie’s demeanour though, and she wondered if he’d been given additional cause to worry while she’d been in the booth.
His clarification made her glance at him in amusement; it seemed he really was a gentleman, a rare enough charm, and one which tempted her with the urge to unravel whatever desires lay underneath. Her gaze lingered on the cut of his jaw. He was busy negotiating them an exit, and if his being a soldier made him a little dull for her usual taste, watching the concentration of his craft was a seduction of its own.
Letting him dictate their direction through the club, she leaned to press an intimate whisper in his ear. “Your place sounds good to me, Eddie.”
She was feeling the high of having walked out of the fire unscathed. A small victory, given all the potential trouble in her future, but Nesrin lived by the moment. She wanted the invitation, and didn’t see why it couldn’t be enjoyable for both of them, though if he actually insisted on nothing more than coffee she wouldn't press his sensibilities. Either way she couldn't think of anywhere safer to spend the night.
The best cons contained an effortless blend of actual truth in them, and she had not been lying about mixing some pleasure with her business – which absolutely was concluded, at least for tonight. “Business done,” she repeated in a silky tone as he pressed a guiding hand to the small of her back. She didn’t resist; she was keen enough to leave, and it saved her having to fabricate a reason. Something small had changed in Eddie’s demeanour though, and she wondered if he’d been given additional cause to worry while she’d been in the booth.
His clarification made her glance at him in amusement; it seemed he really was a gentleman, a rare enough charm, and one which tempted her with the urge to unravel whatever desires lay underneath. Her gaze lingered on the cut of his jaw. He was busy negotiating them an exit, and if his being a soldier made him a little dull for her usual taste, watching the concentration of his craft was a seduction of its own.
Letting him dictate their direction through the club, she leaned to press an intimate whisper in his ear. “Your place sounds good to me, Eddie.”
She was feeling the high of having walked out of the fire unscathed. A small victory, given all the potential trouble in her future, but Nesrin lived by the moment. She wanted the invitation, and didn’t see why it couldn’t be enjoyable for both of them, though if he actually insisted on nothing more than coffee she wouldn't press his sensibilities. Either way she couldn't think of anywhere safer to spend the night.
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