11-30-2013, 07:19 PM
((An attempt to get this going again. You're welcome. *grin))
Spectra fucking Lin. The actress, model, and porn star worshipped by billions on the arm of Mr. John White. The guy wasn't terrible looking. Jaxen would give him that. But Spectra Lin? Now that had to be a story.
So imagine Jaxen's immense pleasure when probably the most beautiful woman at least on that end of the hall peeled her eyes off White's broad shoulders and chased Jaxen's body from head to toe. Who grinned lavishly. "Miss Lin,"
he offered, mouth twisted with humor. He'd have to be dead to not be interested, and even then Jaxen would wager she could warm the deadest of corpses, but he was more interested in torturing White than winning Spectra's charms for himself.
He pushed off the wall and met her and White half way. His outstretched hand was unlikely to get a shake. White did like his personal space after all. He grasped the larger man's gaze fearlessly, breaking the barrier of personal space to slide in alongside he and his escort. Perhaps White was filthy rich? Rumor had it Spectra Lin could be purchased for the right price. Made more sense, anyway.
He shot yellow-eyes a glance. "Fantastic contacts, my friend."
He pat the guy on the arm, subtly feeling for a watch but came up empty handed. He turned to White, and a coyote-wry grin curled Jaxen's lips with amusement. "Oh I think we'd both agree I'm not 'common'"
He laughed and clapped White on the arm. Hmm, impressive. Guy must bench. And Jaxen gestured at the sliver of pure-ornery lounging nearby. "Let me introduce you to Oriena,"
mostly to wrap up White and Spectra rather than show off the vixen that was his date. And to put both women in the same field of view. Just to see what would happen.
Spectra fucking Lin. The actress, model, and porn star worshipped by billions on the arm of Mr. John White. The guy wasn't terrible looking. Jaxen would give him that. But Spectra Lin? Now that had to be a story.
So imagine Jaxen's immense pleasure when probably the most beautiful woman at least on that end of the hall peeled her eyes off White's broad shoulders and chased Jaxen's body from head to toe. Who grinned lavishly. "Miss Lin,"
he offered, mouth twisted with humor. He'd have to be dead to not be interested, and even then Jaxen would wager she could warm the deadest of corpses, but he was more interested in torturing White than winning Spectra's charms for himself.
He pushed off the wall and met her and White half way. His outstretched hand was unlikely to get a shake. White did like his personal space after all. He grasped the larger man's gaze fearlessly, breaking the barrier of personal space to slide in alongside he and his escort. Perhaps White was filthy rich? Rumor had it Spectra Lin could be purchased for the right price. Made more sense, anyway.
He shot yellow-eyes a glance. "Fantastic contacts, my friend."
He pat the guy on the arm, subtly feeling for a watch but came up empty handed. He turned to White, and a coyote-wry grin curled Jaxen's lips with amusement. "Oh I think we'd both agree I'm not 'common'"
He laughed and clapped White on the arm. Hmm, impressive. Guy must bench. And Jaxen gestured at the sliver of pure-ornery lounging nearby. "Let me introduce you to Oriena,"
mostly to wrap up White and Spectra rather than show off the vixen that was his date. And to put both women in the same field of view. Just to see what would happen.