She half listened to the husky words roll from his tongue, and half listened to the whistle of the wind whipping around behind the building. Speaking just broke her relaxation, but she knew this was work for her, and she couldn't be slacking off. So, she managed to mutter a soft string of words, eyes remaining shut. "Ten miles or so. Nothing but old farming couples who keep to themselves. None of them have kids at home."
She turned her head to glance out the window, peeking through the frosted glass. Her temple rested to against the cement wall, fingers idly picking at the paint. She was in her own world. The place was so secluded that she almost wanted it for herself. But Belourine knew damn well she wouldn't do well with the solitude; she needs her pets to play with. Thought she could hear his sharp steps fade off down the hall, she never heard the them return, creeping up from behind her.
It wasn't until the scratchy words echoed, and the warm breath washed over her face, that she became aware of his presence. She tensed up, turning to press her back to the wall. It started her, but showing it was the last thing she wanted.
Belourine finally regained her composure and stepped forward, closing in on the space between them. She reached up to his ear and gently pulled on the lobe, bringing him closer. She held the soft skin between her thigh and index knuckle, lips just an inch from his ear. She made sure he could feel her breath. "There is none. No one even remembers this place. No one."
She let go.
"This wasn't assigned by my boss. I found this by my own measures and no one comes out here." She felt a slight satisfaction from the way he stood there, completely enveloped in her words. But to keep her calm facade, she turned to the window. She cracked it open halfway, letting the brisk air trickle in. The woman leaned forward to look outside, the curve of her back swooping under the window frame.
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