She can feel his eyes on her, and she cannot ignore the swell of satisfaction that rises in her chest. There is always something especially delightful in executing a plan perfectly, especially when you can't quite guarantee how the other player is going to respond. He could have ignored her in turn, or left, or any number of things that would have forced her to express her interest first.
Instead she had managed to keep him anchored and staring, exactly where she wanted him.
When she tips her head just enough she catches his fierce stare out of the corner of her eye, and she is careful to remove the satisfied expression from her face as she turns to look at him. With a pointed tilt of her head she locks her sharp blue eyes with his, as if she had not just purposely brushed past him and invaded his space and forced his attention onto her. “Well?” she asks expectantly, feigning an almost impatient sigh, as if waiting for him to explain what exactly he wanted from her.
With a graceful crossing of slender legs she turns her body fully towards him, and this time she does nothing to hide the way her eyes trace over him. He’s tall, his muscles hard and his face even harder, with a scowl that shadows his already dark eyes. She wonders if he is as unkind as he appears to be, but not being a very kind creature herself, she is unperturbed.
It isn't always as fun when they're nice, anyway.
“Good thing you’re handsome, otherwise I might be irritated by your staring problem,” and the coy simper that unfurls across her mouth is unmistakable—wondering if he would rise to the bait she laid, if he would snap and point out that she is the one staring at him, after entirely interrupting his quiet, no less.
Instead she had managed to keep him anchored and staring, exactly where she wanted him.
When she tips her head just enough she catches his fierce stare out of the corner of her eye, and she is careful to remove the satisfied expression from her face as she turns to look at him. With a pointed tilt of her head she locks her sharp blue eyes with his, as if she had not just purposely brushed past him and invaded his space and forced his attention onto her. “Well?” she asks expectantly, feigning an almost impatient sigh, as if waiting for him to explain what exactly he wanted from her.
With a graceful crossing of slender legs she turns her body fully towards him, and this time she does nothing to hide the way her eyes trace over him. He’s tall, his muscles hard and his face even harder, with a scowl that shadows his already dark eyes. She wonders if he is as unkind as he appears to be, but not being a very kind creature herself, she is unperturbed.
It isn't always as fun when they're nice, anyway.
“Good thing you’re handsome, otherwise I might be irritated by your staring problem,” and the coy simper that unfurls across her mouth is unmistakable—wondering if he would rise to the bait she laid, if he would snap and point out that she is the one staring at him, after entirely interrupting his quiet, no less.
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