Taya, he thought, would never leave him. Just like Evelyn would never leave him even if she found out he was cheating. They both belonged to him, but sometimes he had to give back. If he didn’t give back, though the chances were slim, they might reconsider the arrangements. If he had to stay one night, he would do it. Evelyn will wait, he only has to call her. But he couldn’t let her know she’d convinced him so quickly.
He looks at the ceiling and drags his hand down his face slowly, looking as if this decision was the hardest one he’d have to make today. Stopping at his chest, he finally looks down into her eyes and replies, “I want to…”
Taya feels a smirk spread on her lips; he thinks he's so smooth. She backs away from him, eyes lowered as she starts to unbuckle her belt which admittedly, she barely needed considering her leather pants appeared painted on. With the belt, she removed two of her knife holsters but they both knew that she had several more stashed on her.
"Is that so?" she asks before pulling her top over her head, dropping on the floor by her belt. Her gaze raises to meet his before she's yanking him in using her telekinesis, forcing him on his knees as she hooks one leather clad leg over his shoulder. "What else do you want, John?"
