please excuse I don't mean to be rude [Tesla]
She didn't want to say she'd planned things perfectly because no matter how much you plan, how much you know, things still go wrong. Still, her hut was clean, the jeans were tight, the top was cut low and the wine was some of the best she'd snagged from Rapture. But she didn't bother with the candles, she had limits and that was one cliche too far. This was as much a business meeting as... well whatever else it was. Seduction? A good roll in the proverbial hay? Maybe just some good making out. She didn't know and that was part of the charm. Hell, for all she knew, she'd be breaking his nose and kicking him out the front door.
He was just enough like her to make it a little unpredictable. And she liked that.
Looking out the window, Trixa noted the time. The invitation she'd left had been simple, a time, a date, and invitation to sample some wine she'd pilfered and possibly discuss some business. As flirtatious as he'd acted, he'd be a fool not to be curious and that was the whole point. Curiosity. Good for killing cats and catching fools. Sitting down, she took a sip of her first glass, it wasn't bad. Pretty good by island standards, actually, she just hoped the company appreciated it.
He was just enough like her to make it a little unpredictable. And she liked that.
Looking out the window, Trixa noted the time. The invitation she'd left had been simple, a time, a date, and invitation to sample some wine she'd pilfered and possibly discuss some business. As flirtatious as he'd acted, he'd be a fool not to be curious and that was the whole point. Curiosity. Good for killing cats and catching fools. Sitting down, she took a sip of her first glass, it wasn't bad. Pretty good by island standards, actually, she just hoped the company appreciated it.