[ Soft, rich laughter rumbled in his chest as he shook his head, amused by her stubborn refusal to give even an inch on this. It didn’t really matter if she believed him or not, not right now. They’d already come a long way— longer than he’d care to admit— but he knew she didn’t hold him in the highest of esteem just yet. And while it would be fine if she never did, something about her just made him want to make her see how wrong she’d been about him after their first meeting.
That thought lingered in the back of his mind the whole time she showed him around her suite. Just like her, he was confident in his eventual victory in this little contest they were having, certain she’d have no choice but to sing a sweet song just for him. A customer’s appreciation was usually its own reward, but tonight, he was willing to make an exception.
The tour itself seemed to pass by in a blur. He smiled at the intimate set-up in her bathroom— and maybe let his thoughts wander to a what-if that sent a thrill down his spine— and whistled appreciatively at the unusual room with the projectors, asking more than a few questions about her home and the impossible sights that make up those varying subcities. ]
Well, shit, Layla– [ It's obvious that she's playing around, but that doesn't stop him from moving, two strong arms wrapping around to hold her steady. Winking, his lips spread in a playful little grin, a tempting thought blossoming in the back of his mind. ] –can't let it be said I let a lady go hungry under my watch, can I? Let's get you to the kitchen. And since you're feeling faint–
[ Before she can do or say anything, one of his arms hooks under her knees while the other wraps firmly around her just beneath the shoulder, lifting her off her feet without batting an eye. ] –I'll carry you there myself. It's what a proper gentleman would do, yeah?
sorry for the slow!! rl stuff kept me very busy the past couple weeks
[ Soft, rich laughter rumbled in his chest as he shook his head, amused by her stubborn refusal to give even an inch on this. It didn’t really matter if she believed him or not, not right now. They’d already come a long way— longer than he’d care to admit— but he knew she didn’t hold him in the highest of esteem just yet. And while it would be fine if she never did, something about her just made him want to make her see how wrong she’d been about him after their first meeting.
That thought lingered in the back of his mind the whole time she showed him around her suite. Just like her, he was confident in his eventual victory in this little contest they were having, certain she’d have no choice but to sing a sweet song just for him. A customer’s appreciation was usually its own reward, but tonight, he was willing to make an exception.
The tour itself seemed to pass by in a blur. He smiled at the intimate set-up in her bathroom— and maybe let his thoughts wander to a what-if that sent a thrill down his spine— and whistled appreciatively at the unusual room with the projectors, asking more than a few questions about her home and the impossible sights that make up those varying subcities. ]
Well, shit, Layla– [ It's obvious that she's playing around, but that doesn't stop him from moving, two strong arms wrapping around to hold her steady. Winking, his lips spread in a playful little grin, a tempting thought blossoming in the back of his mind. ] –can't let it be said I let a lady go hungry under my watch, can I? Let's get you to the kitchen. And since you're feeling faint–
[ Before she can do or say anything, one of his arms hooks under her knees while the other wraps firmly around her just beneath the shoulder, lifting her off her feet without batting an eye. ] –I'll carry you there myself. It's what a proper gentleman would do, yeah?