Maeve
"It is." She confirms, not bothering to add that it was also one of the most structurally sound thanks to the very nicely drawn blueprints they had to work off of, building the whole thing from the ground up based on those. Bart did have a hand in things. In the clearing off the lot an the tearing down of the old structure. Something that was minor overall, but still helpful. Not that Nate knows how much his brother helped. Their attention shifts back to the new plan they need to come up with and Maeve mimics his shrug, "I like to be prepared." Comes the even reply as she finishes the last of her tea, stretching to place the cup back onto the tray that was brought in earlier before she settles once more.
The Madame crosses her legs, folding her hands in her lap lightly as she studies him, jade eyes just as calculating as his tend to be. There might not be any hostility or accusation apparent, but Maeve is not naïve enough to think that Nate means nothing by them. Neither of them like each other. That's a fact that won't change. Nate, for all Maeve cares, could fall off the face of the earth and she wouldn't miss him. He would likely say the same about her. The feeling is beyond mutual. Maeve finds no need to correct him and wouldn't even bother to. Why pretend? However, his statement does almost make her laugh. Lips twitching up into a smirk before she's quickly schooling her features.
Wannabe mistress? That's a new one. Funny, considering that Sunjata had more than wanted her at the time. Even still, she had been doing a job. Whatever hang ups Nate had about that were all his own to deal with. Maeve doesn't bother hiding as she smooths a hand over the swell of her belly, arching a brow and daring him to say something, needing far less of an excuse to snap. Still, she remains the picture of composure. Calm, collected, and unbothered by his words as her head tilts.
The visceral wave of nausea that rolls through her at Nate's wink and pet name is almost enough to make her gag right there on the spot, but she doesn't let her composure break. Instead she offers the sweetest smile, pretty as a painting as she looks up at him, almost coquettishly from beneath her lashes. "Of course, sweetheart. I'll be sure to let you know." She practically purrs, all honey sweet as she remains on the couch, eyes tracking him towards the door.
It isn't until it firmly closes behind him with a click that Maeve rolls her eyes. She has all of his notes, suggestions, and plans outlined for her now. The Madame has a feeling that she won't be needing him again any time soon.
~FIN~
The Madame crosses her legs, folding her hands in her lap lightly as she studies him, jade eyes just as calculating as his tend to be. There might not be any hostility or accusation apparent, but Maeve is not naïve enough to think that Nate means nothing by them. Neither of them like each other. That's a fact that won't change. Nate, for all Maeve cares, could fall off the face of the earth and she wouldn't miss him. He would likely say the same about her. The feeling is beyond mutual. Maeve finds no need to correct him and wouldn't even bother to. Why pretend? However, his statement does almost make her laugh. Lips twitching up into a smirk before she's quickly schooling her features.
Wannabe mistress? That's a new one. Funny, considering that Sunjata had more than wanted her at the time. Even still, she had been doing a job. Whatever hang ups Nate had about that were all his own to deal with. Maeve doesn't bother hiding as she smooths a hand over the swell of her belly, arching a brow and daring him to say something, needing far less of an excuse to snap. Still, she remains the picture of composure. Calm, collected, and unbothered by his words as her head tilts.
The visceral wave of nausea that rolls through her at Nate's wink and pet name is almost enough to make her gag right there on the spot, but she doesn't let her composure break. Instead she offers the sweetest smile, pretty as a painting as she looks up at him, almost coquettishly from beneath her lashes. "Of course, sweetheart. I'll be sure to let you know." She practically purrs, all honey sweet as she remains on the couch, eyes tracking him towards the door.
It isn't until it firmly closes behind him with a click that Maeve rolls her eyes. She has all of his notes, suggestions, and plans outlined for her now. The Madame has a feeling that she won't be needing him again any time soon.
~FIN~
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
