make my blood beat thump saturday night
[Locked to pasiv_chimera]
Eames opens the door to his hotel room moments after Marley knocks, already presenting her with a wine glass as he ushers her in. He grins at her wicked and impish, schoolboy charm ever present as he ducks in to steal a kiss before shutting the door. Whoever said mixing business with pleasure was a bad deal should be shot, he thinks, because this is far too much fun for him to not.
"Ms Monroe," he purrs, "Do come in, sit. Make yourself comfortable. My cassa and all."
Fetching his own drink, Eames gives off the image of someone wholly comfortable, languid in the Italian heat, the windows thrown wide open in the evening air.
Eames opens the door to his hotel room moments after Marley knocks, already presenting her with a wine glass as he ushers her in. He grins at her wicked and impish, schoolboy charm ever present as he ducks in to steal a kiss before shutting the door. Whoever said mixing business with pleasure was a bad deal should be shot, he thinks, because this is far too much fun for him to not.
"Ms Monroe," he purrs, "Do come in, sit. Make yourself comfortable. My cassa and all."
Fetching his own drink, Eames gives off the image of someone wholly comfortable, languid in the Italian heat, the windows thrown wide open in the evening air.