SHE ALMOST LAUGHS IN HIS FACE. she would have years ago. something violent and taunting. now it comes through in the quirk of her perfectly trimmed brow. the slight amount of teeth that peek out from behind full lips. fairness was the LAST thing she expected from a man like roman. he had played fair for years and he had seen how far it had gotten him in this business. fury had gotten him so much farther. why be a FAIR king when you could be a FEARED one? the results spoke for themselves as the title over his shoulder glinted tempting in the light. her gaze shifting ever so slightly from the gold to the tight grasp of his hand, down tanned skin to taut forearms and back up to dark eyes. the two of them really did make a handsome pair.
" no I can't expect that it is . . . " she started, gearing up toward her actual intentions. IMPORTANT intentions since she was here. in a hotel room. alone. with one of the top men in the business. a lady could get a reputation. before she continued she skirted past him. plenty of space for her to get by but her skin still brushed his on her way to the well-stocked bar of the hotel suite. " but I don't WANT fairness from you. " fingers traced small bottles until she grabbed an amber liquid and poured the contents into a glass. just enough to sip. " I want an OPPORTUNITY. " with a kind of grace she circled back around in front of him and slipped the drink into his free hand. maintaining her closeness as she spoke.
" a chance to prove that I can be much more help than a silly boy being fed lies from a jealous brother or an out-of-touch mouthpiece riding your coattails, ca va? "
sender: @antagnst / #aliisili prompt: ❛ i hope you don’t expect fairness from me , it isn’t one of my specialties ❜ pairing: maryse & roman status: accepting