Phedre|| Miranda-Siam

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Things were piling up, one on the other. There was Aaron. Nikolai was making demands. John had made contact. Rave wasn't healing like Jack thought she would and she needed to stay wired at all times or else she seized. And then there was still work to be done. He was burning through cred faster than ever, and Alcuin...there was an expense he didn't

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Phedre had no other plans for the evening, no intention of taking any clients. So when she met Jack, she was wearing jeans, a (admittedly low-cut) blouse, and a leather jacket. Her hair was straight and her makeup was light; it was unlikely that she would be recognized, and even less likely that someone would guess what she was. Which was how she liked it on her days off.

And frankly, after spending several days feeling stupid over Jack, she wasn't inclined to dress up for him.

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Jack had been watching for her, and as soon as he saw her through the glass he was smiling, as soon as she walked through the door he was on his feet.

Dangerous, mixing business and pleasure. Even more dangerous feeling...well, feeling.

"Bon jour, mon ange," he said softly once she got close enough to hear. Close enough that he could close the distance and lay his hand on her waist.

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"Bon jour, Jack. You're looking well."

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"Looks can be deceiving," he said, kissing her cheek before offering her a chair. "How are you?"