his eyes flittered about her carefully poised expression for a few moments and a soft breath escaped his lips. though things were moving along just as he had wanted —- she was seeming to want to run away any second and he couldn’t let that happen. Jim couldn’t let himself get sucked into this, he needed to keep his head above the water. she was supposed to be the one begging in the end, not him, not him.
❝and why not? you’re i hope i’m nice. i don’t see the problem.❞
—-A laugh slipped past her lips at his befuddled bravado. How it seemed so easy to fluster him she’d never understand. Yet, nonetheless she’d just grin, repeating the statement with a little more suave. ’ Could you take me home, Mr. Kirk? I think I had too much to drink. ’
he opened his mouth to reply only to have it gape for a few moments before he finally willed it to shut. damn, this girl definitely knew how to play people into her little traps. Jim smiled, hoping to buy some time to find a well thought out reply to her question.
❝can’t friends go out for dinner? i mean —- that’s what we are, right?❞
yes of course, blame it on her.
’ Oh Jim—- ’ —-She wore that delinquent smile, stretching deviously to her pretty gold eyes. Chewing on her bottom lip in silent anticipation. ’ —-We’re not gonna be f r i e n d s. ’ —-She was pretty positive that was impossible now.
❝maybe i’ll give you a tour of my office sometime.❞
{ and maybe fuck her on his desk for stress relief - god - that would be just perfect. straightening his posture and adjusting his suit jacket, the blonde sends her a look from across the table. }
❝but only if you show me yours. ❞
’ Will you? What a lovely idea. ’ —-A knowing smirk, of course. She would be lying if she said she didn’t want him alone. Even worse was the fact that there was hardly going to be a time for that. ’ So tell me, Jim. Why on Earth did you invite me to dinner when you can just take your pretty wife out? ’ —-She already knew the answer, but she wanted to make him squirm, listen to him as he, hopefully, tripped over his own words. Trying to cover his true intentions. She enjoyed the game just as much as anybody.
❝what? you gonna make an honest, good man out of me, Miss Rosalie? i think i could try a bit harder but just for you.❞
{ a small thank you passes his lips as the waitress pours two glasses of red wine. nodding to the blonde across from him, he takes a small sip, enjoying how the tangy liquid flows down his throat. now —— let’s see just how tipsy he can get her. }
’ If that’s what you want, —-Mr. Kirk. Then perhaps I can pull a couple strings. ’ —-Plump lips would sip on her wine as eyes of gold continued to gaze at him. Clearly he was analyzing her just as much as she was him. Peculiar. Considering his relationship status was the exact opposite of what was appropriate. Call her a home wrecker, but what was the fault in a little fun?
❝well - you know - i’ve been getting along just fine. though i am kind of pissed that i’m two million short of making a million a week, but what can you do?❞
{ grinning, he slides into the chair across from her and motions for the waitress to fetch some wine. }
’ Oh? Only a million. Is that all? ’ —-She could only laugh at the look upon his devilishly handsome face. ’ Seems to me you just aren’t working hard enough then. ’ —-And she gave him a smile. Dripping in sweet charisma and tastefully flirty glances. She wasn’t knew to this whole political game. Oh she was well versed in the arts actually. Unhappily married, well, it seemed more of a one sided unhappiness to her when she’d met his wife. Innocently still devoted to the man who was surely no longer present. In fact, she made her goal to relieve that stress from her shoulders. However, he seemed to be playing it cool, despite the acts of sin swimming around his, too blue to be real, eyes.
❝you think so? ———- i must say that you look tragically gorgeous as always.❞
he pressed a quick, chaste peck to her cheek as he helped her devest of her peacoat. still smiling, Jim pulled her chair out and gestured for the young woman to take a seat.
❝how have you been, Rosalie?❞
—-And her cheeks puffed under the sweet sensation of his lips. A gentleman in his own right. Begrudgingly so. For how long could one deny themselves a taste of such an intoxicating figure. A sigh released from plump pink lips and she sits, folding her dress underneath her gently. ’ I’ve been just fine, Jim. I expect you’ve been the same? ’
❝and you shouldn’t expect anything else, sweetheart. you deserve a certain kind of man.❞
as he speaks, Jim pulls his pen from his suit jacket pocket to scribble across the stark white napkin. in black ink ‘(24) 814 - 9234’. from the corner of his eye, the young man catches sight of his wife making her way over (already looking more than tipsy)
❝give me a ring.❞
And a week would pass~ Surely a man would act in a timely manner. After all, her time was well sought after and a man such as he would realize such a thing. Right? However, when his call did ring through, and her schedule wasn’t busy she agreed to meet him for dinner. As was the original plan. Of course he was buying. In her world the man always bought. ’ Well, you’re looking dapper tonight —-Mr. Kirk. ’
—-Darkness clung like a venomous leech. Sucking the life out of its host, bringing about nothing but loss, desperation. She’d been the victim for what seemed like centuries. Hauntings from her past still clouding her vision like the fog upon a midnight road. Her thoughts were interrupted when a smell lofted to her nostrils, familiar, begrudgingly so. She merely hoped it wasn’t the one who constantly got on her nerves, through to everyone that seemed to be the majority of the pack. ’ I can smell you from here. No point in hiding. ’
He couldn’t help it. After her transformation, Bella was just glowing with radiance. She also had an assertiveness that seemed to build whilst her change. Being Edward, one who barely gloated about anything, he felt the need to rub it in.
"They’re both so beautiful."
It took Edward a moment to soak everything in, having a daughter, and a wife. A family. Not just an adopted one, but one of his own.
A family.
—-She was supposed to indulge him surely. Though she doubt she really could. Never the less her mood dropped and shoulders that were normally so stoic, so proud slumped. Rosalie really didn’t like her brother at times. ’ Renesmee is gorgeous. ’ She loved her little niece more and more each day. Of course she was the child she’d always wanted and none of them wanted a child more than she, other than Esme. They’d been robbed that grace and here he was rubbing salt in an open wound.
so she is easy? not that Jim doesn’t like a challenge, but…. it’s been a hell hole of a week to be honest. grinning wolfishly, he leans in closer to brush a strand of golden hair from her glowing face.
”how ‘bout we start with something simple. care to go to dinner?”
—-All but a smirk, for the woman with the blonde curls and curvaceous silhouette wasn’t at all surprised. For these questions, these meager grasps for her attention, her affection were just the thing she was looking for. With all the gracefulness she could muster she let out a slow nod.
’ You got a pen? ’
And she grabs a napkin from the counter, awaiting the utensil with mild patience. ’ Of course– You’re buying. And I only accept the best. ’
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