Take a Bite
While it might be easy to think her question was solely to do with him, it wasn't. There was no one she trusted, no one's motives she didn't question, and the High Lord Alise was no exception. Too many times she'd been the pawn in someone else's game. That had ended when she crossed through the portal. She'd gained her life back and she'd promised herself, never again, would she be used to further someone else's dreams and Altheorn would be no different. It was no secret he still worked for Luk and that was not something she wanted to get tangled up with again.
Of course, she didn't have many options, did she?
She had to have amps and she had to have mages. Without them, the Centennial would fail, or so she'd convinced herself. Eyes narrowed as she mulled over the option in her head, trying desperately to figure out another way, another option but she was unable to. As much as it pained her to admit it, he was right. Cooperation and working together was the whole theme behind this. That infuriating smirk was back and her eyes narrowed a fraction more at the confidence he had. He had her backed into a corner and the only way out was to agree, wasn't it? He didn't seem the type to take no for answer, at least not easily.
A soft sigh left her lips as she nodded her consent, pulling out her portfolio. Opening it to the first page, she wrote out a check for the male, tearing it carefully from the book. Holding it out to the male, she nodded to the five figured number. "That should be more than enough to compensate you for your time and the speakers for now." she murmured, slipping the portfolio away once more. The smallest of pauses before her expression softened slightly. "I do appreciate this." A nod and then she was back to her laptop, making the adjustments she needed to.
She gave him her number, she'd told herself, because he'd need to contact her about the amps. Much to her dismay, however, a small part of her seemed to be wishing he'd use it regardless. Silently cursing herself, she frowned as she turned her attention back to her screen. She didn't have time for this, especially not with him. She'd heard the rumors, watched his behavior with her own eyes. While the rumors weren't all true, there's always some truth to things said. As she read over what she'd typed, her manicured nails on her left hand tapped her chin.
She watched as he moved over and struggled for a moment to find a plate for the plate before making his own. Smirking briefly, she shook her head in amusement and slipped her laptop away. The pretty little Barbie came back, offering the fork to the male. That too was caught by a channel of air before the hostess spoke to Altheorn again. Sitting back in the booth, she watched the human flounce away, jealousy drifting off her skin once more. A small laugh rang out a moment later as the fork nearly clattered on the table and she reached out to pluck the fork away.
Spearing a piece, she popped it in her mouth. Lofting a brow at his question, she looked at him for a long moment. "Luuk." she replied simply after swallowing her mouthful. She'll help herself to another mouthful before glancing at him. "He thinks I need to still obey him, thinks he still has me under his spell. I'm not. Truth be told, I'll still do what he asks, if I'm able, but it's fun to watch him squirm." Popping the mouthful between her lips, she let her eyes run over his form for a moment, fangs throbbing at the way his shirt clung to him. Clearing her throat, she gave the male an amused look. "He can be such a child sometimes."
Of course, she didn't have many options, did she?
She had to have amps and she had to have mages. Without them, the Centennial would fail, or so she'd convinced herself. Eyes narrowed as she mulled over the option in her head, trying desperately to figure out another way, another option but she was unable to. As much as it pained her to admit it, he was right. Cooperation and working together was the whole theme behind this. That infuriating smirk was back and her eyes narrowed a fraction more at the confidence he had. He had her backed into a corner and the only way out was to agree, wasn't it? He didn't seem the type to take no for answer, at least not easily.
A soft sigh left her lips as she nodded her consent, pulling out her portfolio. Opening it to the first page, she wrote out a check for the male, tearing it carefully from the book. Holding it out to the male, she nodded to the five figured number. "That should be more than enough to compensate you for your time and the speakers for now." she murmured, slipping the portfolio away once more. The smallest of pauses before her expression softened slightly. "I do appreciate this." A nod and then she was back to her laptop, making the adjustments she needed to.
She gave him her number, she'd told herself, because he'd need to contact her about the amps. Much to her dismay, however, a small part of her seemed to be wishing he'd use it regardless. Silently cursing herself, she frowned as she turned her attention back to her screen. She didn't have time for this, especially not with him. She'd heard the rumors, watched his behavior with her own eyes. While the rumors weren't all true, there's always some truth to things said. As she read over what she'd typed, her manicured nails on her left hand tapped her chin.
She watched as he moved over and struggled for a moment to find a plate for the plate before making his own. Smirking briefly, she shook her head in amusement and slipped her laptop away. The pretty little Barbie came back, offering the fork to the male. That too was caught by a channel of air before the hostess spoke to Altheorn again. Sitting back in the booth, she watched the human flounce away, jealousy drifting off her skin once more. A small laugh rang out a moment later as the fork nearly clattered on the table and she reached out to pluck the fork away.
Spearing a piece, she popped it in her mouth. Lofting a brow at his question, she looked at him for a long moment. "Luuk." she replied simply after swallowing her mouthful. She'll help herself to another mouthful before glancing at him. "He thinks I need to still obey him, thinks he still has me under his spell. I'm not. Truth be told, I'll still do what he asks, if I'm able, but it's fun to watch him squirm." Popping the mouthful between her lips, she let her eyes run over his form for a moment, fangs throbbing at the way his shirt clung to him. Clearing her throat, she gave the male an amused look. "He can be such a child sometimes."
Comments
Post a Comment