She shouldn’t be so smug, but God, she is. She knows exactly where
to press, when to push, when to purr to drive a man crazy. Blessing and
a curse, honestly. Sitting back more in her seat, blue orbs taking in his
desk, a small hand reaching out to jab at a few loose pages across his
desk.
Working makes Patrick a dull boy. Brow quirked at his offer, the mutant
grins, tongue wetting the pillow of her lower lip. Knew exactly what to offer
a girl like her.
“–Can’t say no to coffee, maybe it’ll hep you calm down.”
She’s poking fun, but she won’t forget just how to get him all riled up;
far too much fun. Bringing her ankle to settle on her knee, she bounces
her leg the slightest, pout in play;
“—you drink it black or?”