Jess smiled and turned to lean on the railing, so he could look at her while he spoke. "Well," he started, thinking about the answer. "Well," he said again, having figured out his reply. "I chose to come alone, not that there were any other offers," he added, so as not to give the wrong impression. "Really i prefer not to come to these events," he told her honestly, "i'm not sure why, but i nev... i rarely enjoy them," he told her, a sly grin quickly flashing to his face.
"How about you?" he then asked, changing the expression on his face to mock, over exaggerated curiosity. "Why did you come alone?" he asked, before his expression changed. "And why not tell me a bit about yourself," he added, a look of sincere curiosity crossing his face
Remy allowed Jess the time he needed to come up with his answer, stroking his forearm with her fingertips as he contemplated. She wasn’t particularly interested in the answer, but was just feigning attention because the situation called for it. If Jess were not powerful or influential, Remy wouldn’t have given him the time of day – though he was decently attractive, so it might depend on her needs at the moment – but as it was, she was required to play a certain role in order to get what she wanted.
His response was slow in coming, but eventually he was able to form a coherent sentence. It was surprising that no one had made any offers to go to a function with a man who had so much to offer, but then again, not everyone chose their significant others based on how much money they had or the number of people at their disposal. Based on his clothes and demeanor alone, Remy could tell that he probably didn’t score well with most women, who were looking for someone who was tall, dark, and handsome. Those requirements were all well and good when it came to picking someone to share a bed with, but Remy had an altered list for pursuits outside the bedroom: powerful, wealthy, and needy. People who were looking to have their needs met were much easier to con than those who were content with their lot in life. Lucky, almost everyone was needy in some way; complete happiness was a rarity.
Remy mirrored Jess’s smile, allowing herself to play seductress since Jess hardly seemed to object to it. When he turned the question around on her, Remy knew she would have to find a way around his questions. Remy was much better at asking questions than she was at answering them, but she was more than practiced in the art of lying or simply sidestepping questions altogether.
Lying to Jess might be a problem, for she was unsure what connections he might have that would allow him to see through whatever façade she chose, so instead, she chose the second option, placing a sly grin across her lips as she moved to stand in front of Jess. Because he was leaning with his back against the railing, Remy was able to move toward him without giving him many options of escape, placing her arms on his shoulders and entwining her fingers behind his neck.
“I didn’t think I would be alone long,” Remy whispered pointedly, locking eyes with Jess and running a single finger down the curve of his jawline, hoping to provoke chills.
“And as for some more about me, you already know I am a great dancer… and a pretty fantastic kisser. What else do you need to know?” she asked playfully, though the heat in her voice remained. Remy was a damsel of distraction, and she was very, very good at it.
by Remy Devaul Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:49 pm
