11-05-2013, 08:43 AM
Her eyes shifted on the lure of Yuri's lovely complement, but behind the spectacle of his gestures, a momentary flicker of misunderstanding cooled the heat of her penetrating gaze. You must tell me where you come from. Did he not know who she was? Did he not recognize the face and body painted across Moscow's skyline? The name that scrawled across every piece of celebrity gossip to circulate the city? Had he never seen the controversial films that blurred the definitions between cinematography and pornography? Men and women alike salivated the name Spectra.
His suggestion of dining elicited a hesitant narrowing of tilted eyes and a contemplative puckering of luscious lips. Slender limbs that Yuri or Silas could snap like twigs offered delicacies to others, not herself. She had been trained to kneel in her place, to adorn the perimeter with a beautiful view while the powers that be brokered deals, but the days of enslavement were done. If she were to casually tickle men's imaginations now, she demanded compensation. Never again would Spectra spin her beautiful webs for free.
She wasn't altogether ignorant. Her face tilted slightly to one side, allowing a small, wry smile to play the edges of a mouth which parted to speak, but was cut short by a snap of pain that widened her eyes with shock.
Accusation tore into the twin suns of Silas' eyes, which Spectra held fearlessly. No flower wilted before his audacity, but then again, she did not give away the nectar to anyone for free. Most anyone, Hood had not yet called.
The rugged Silas was nonreactive to her expression and Spectra's flash simmered once more. The man was calm as a pup guarding a lazy evening at the gate. She preferred forthright men over cowardly boys. Honestly, who could blame such a red-blooded animal from groping so fine a feminine hip as her's?
Yuri, on the other hand, offered an arm which she might have taken had he not played naive so well. At the moment, the men were tied in the race to win her attention, but the end of the race was nearing.
"I interrupted business,"
she purred, drawing slender fingers across the soft bristle of Silas' jaw before stepping away to clasp Yuri's hands briefly in her own. The two men were connected now, having each experienced the illustrious exploration of Spectra's mouthwatering touch.
"I hate to be the one to split partners from important dealings."
Positioned equally between both, she looked between them with a heated twist on inviting lips they could only dare to touch. Both men were so different, yet each handsome and ingratiating in his own way. They would complement one another well, she could tell. She was an expert at such ... choreography ... after all.
Her gaze floated thoughtfully in the distance. If only someone could suggest an activity all three of them could share together....
His suggestion of dining elicited a hesitant narrowing of tilted eyes and a contemplative puckering of luscious lips. Slender limbs that Yuri or Silas could snap like twigs offered delicacies to others, not herself. She had been trained to kneel in her place, to adorn the perimeter with a beautiful view while the powers that be brokered deals, but the days of enslavement were done. If she were to casually tickle men's imaginations now, she demanded compensation. Never again would Spectra spin her beautiful webs for free.
She wasn't altogether ignorant. Her face tilted slightly to one side, allowing a small, wry smile to play the edges of a mouth which parted to speak, but was cut short by a snap of pain that widened her eyes with shock.
Accusation tore into the twin suns of Silas' eyes, which Spectra held fearlessly. No flower wilted before his audacity, but then again, she did not give away the nectar to anyone for free. Most anyone, Hood had not yet called.
The rugged Silas was nonreactive to her expression and Spectra's flash simmered once more. The man was calm as a pup guarding a lazy evening at the gate. She preferred forthright men over cowardly boys. Honestly, who could blame such a red-blooded animal from groping so fine a feminine hip as her's?
Yuri, on the other hand, offered an arm which she might have taken had he not played naive so well. At the moment, the men were tied in the race to win her attention, but the end of the race was nearing.
"I interrupted business,"
she purred, drawing slender fingers across the soft bristle of Silas' jaw before stepping away to clasp Yuri's hands briefly in her own. The two men were connected now, having each experienced the illustrious exploration of Spectra's mouthwatering touch.
"I hate to be the one to split partners from important dealings."
Positioned equally between both, she looked between them with a heated twist on inviting lips they could only dare to touch. Both men were so different, yet each handsome and ingratiating in his own way. They would complement one another well, she could tell. She was an expert at such ... choreography ... after all.
Her gaze floated thoughtfully in the distance. If only someone could suggest an activity all three of them could share together....