“ such as? ” he poses in redundancy. he knows the answer could be anything and from her lips ( full and delectable, lacquered with her sweet honey gloss, but sinful ), it would be anything. he receives his answer in the coquettish - nature of her strut, in the even pace of her heels, and in the bold way she approaches him, l'homme brut, who leers from his corporate throne like he’s made of marble but statues have their cracks, their rivets, and her hands find them. “ miss lecroix. ” he seethes, hell as the ichor beneath his pale flesh. her hair drapes over the plane of his shoulder and when he feels her ( warm ) breath against the coarseness of his stubble, his timbre lessens. “ listen to me very carefully. ” his jaw angles, his cold and calloused hand lifts to hold her chin! “ you and i aren’t acquaintances. we’re not friends. you’re not an employee or a business partner. you’re a stranger to me and you’re very, very lucky you’re pretty, understand? ”
embrosyn retreated his hand. “ now if you’ll excuse me, i’ve got patients to see. hand this to my secretary on your way out ” he exhaled, passing her a simple white card, “ tell her it’s the restaurant where i’m meeting the president of concorde for dinner tomorrow night. ”
it's a switch / something only love could do. heart races and mind goes WILD. unable to catch the thoughts as they fly but oh , does she try. his hand upon her chin and she can't seem to think. ( and when she does ; only HE comes to mind ! ) words only worsen her state. PRETTY ? had he called her pretty ? but of course he did ! she'd ensured to look her best , after all. money spent on hair and clothes she didn't need. thankfully , with a bottomless account and NO need to give a fuck. happiness passes plump lips and fingertips reach for the paper as she nods. ❝ of course . . . i'd do anything for you. ❞ statement holds truth as it's said. she , having no problem to DESTROY the world / to bestow it at his feet.
and of COURSE , it makes leaving harder but it's as she steps away does she realize what she's given. an ADDRESS. eyes look to the paper in hand and she reads it before lip is bitten and a giggle is heard. ( yes , an actual giggle escapes her ! ) ❝ you have a wonderful night , doctor. ❞ one wink and she turns on her heels. click. click. click. and the door is closed behind her. smile is replaced with a frown upon seeing his secretary and she makes no move towards her as the white card is tucked within her pocket. ( as if she'd give the bitch what he'd given her ! ) it was hers ! hers ! hers !
subtle goodbye's are heard and she whisks away to her car / awaiting the sun to set and the moon to rise to reveal herself to a man whom she , without a doubt , could not WAIT to see. ( if only hours could be seconds ! )
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