“Maggie is relentless. Has been for years.” Ever since she found out he wasn’t gay, ruined his relationship, and landed him in hot water with his family - both clans. The whole situation burns him. Because he won’t give her the time of day he’s not into women at all? And when he is found to be of heterosexual leanings it’s apparently logical to ruin a perfectly good relationship? Talk about crazy, his jaw works just thinking about it. Maggie is all 99 of his problems.
Azuka seems to be the solution, however. Fancy that. Sometimes you do get what you want and need.
The bar smells as it always does, of copious cleaning chemicals, booze and too many people out after a long day. Certainly, too many men had come straight from work. While it might not show, there is definitive evidence.
There are days when Bjorn wonders if he shouldn’t have gone to school to become a private investigator. Taken all the criminal justice classes, gone to an academy - the whole bit. Just so he could quite literally sniff out the adultery and get paid to do it. Rather than passing information through a friend of a friend of a cousin of a friend.
“I feel like I must have chased you the whole of Sophomore year,” he chuckles and looks at her, wondering if he ought to let her go. But no, he can still smell Maggie’s perfume as if she were standing beside him. He’ll have to wait until she’s gone and then buy his savior a thank you round.
“College is always crazy, that’s the beauty of it.”
Her nose wrinkles in obvious distaste as he speaks of Maggie.
How unfavorable a course this female has chosen with her would be desire. Far be it from her, of course, not not understand such a drive. She knew too well the prize one’s desired mate could offer, and how luck favored the bold. Yet the little female seemed jaded and vexed over the rejection of her chosen.
She could see it on his face, were not she moments ago, witnessing it upon Maggie’s.
“Hmm, a double edged sword... Are you opposed to being perused, or is it simply the young Maggie you disfavor?” The look she gave him was soft, but pointed as she asked her loaded question. If he hadn’t gathered her intent and interest by now, perhaps she might have time yet to slip free of whatever pull he had on her, without upsetting the male’s life.
His arm around her still was equal measure hope and concern. It had, of course, been her idea to initiate the ruse. Would it bite her now?
But it was comfortable, and while he was a big man standing next to her, the vixen didn’t feel so small as vulnerable---he was human to her monster and she didn’t fear him---but he made her feel.... Comfortable, dare she wonder, wanted.
Even as she could still now feel eyes watching them, she knew the little female they had duped, observed them with a heavy gaze. So with their arms around each other, and her hand at his lower back near his hip, she urged him to move with her towards a table.
With a soft snicker as he indulged her little joke a step further, she wondered how far their game might go. She quite liked it, and would have no problem venturing into this would be fantasy with him. So she met his warm and friendly gaze with her own to match, her hand rubbing softly now at his back. “Well you have caught me now, and while you have me....” He brow arched as she bit her lip with a playful edge to her grin,
“----what say you we reacquaint ourselves over dinner?”
