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Gen & Lachlan | Christmas Gala
Gen rolled her eyes but the smile stayed on her face still, “You know, you keep saying things like that and I might just make you put your money where your mouth is and actually create a song based off my silly old name.” she teased, raising a brow at him before she looked down at herself and shrugged, “I think it makes me feel presentable at least.” she murmured before she heard his comment, her eyebrows going up again- but this time a bit in soft surprise, “I’ll…take both those responses from you then.” She replied before nodding to him, “And for the record, you don’t look too bad yourself, Sir.” he was very handsome, but she didn’t doubt he knew that. At his question she snorted, shaking her head, “Me? No. There’s…absolutely no one. Part of me wasn’t even sure about coming but..at least there’s free food and drinks.”
“Who’s to say I didn’t go straight home to compose?” Lachlan raised an eyebrow at her, raising the bar further still, “You’re welcome to come over to the estate and have a listen any time you’d like, Genevieve.” He loved the name, a soft smile settling on his face as she looked back up at him and called him sir. “Well then, I won’t apologize for stealing your time and company.” Finishing his drink he set the glass on the bartop and then leaned in, ghosting her hair over her shoulder before whispering in her ear, “Dance with me.” The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder and arm before circling her elbow and tugging on her fingertips. Some part of him wanted to drag her past the dance floor to his car and straight home, but his expression remained, for now, fairly settled and flirtatious. His only giveaway was his lust blown pupils wandering Gen’s frame.














