I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
See? It all depends on the client. While she doesn't know Jack by any stretch of the imagination, she's picked up a few things, enough to give her a vague idea of the kind of games he likes to play. Deals, business arrangements, sharp banter filled with innuendo? All of that is much more appealing than any preening and girlish gushing she could do, falling all over him like a ditzy schoolgirl, playing sweet and innocent. No, it doesn't work when he already knows that she has teeth and claws. Why play gentle when you can go for blood? Where was the fun in holding back? "Have a little patience. I promise it'll be worth the wait." Maeve hums, watching as he delicately draws the pendant from the box, slipping around the desk and to her back.
She can feel the heat of his body behind her, making her shiver as his fingers trail over her skin to sweep her hair away from her neck, carefully bringing the chain around her neck so he might clasp it into place. The pendant is cool against her skin, warming slowly as it rests just at her cleavage, drawing the eye there with its ruby glint. Maeve turns so he might see it better, lifting her chin and baring her throat, fingers trailing along the edge of it. "You think so? I rather like it myself. You definitely didn't disappoint." Her eyes flick up to his, lashes dark and thick as she peers through them, a coquettish smile curling on her lips once more. "Tell me what you'd like to see me in next time, Captain. I think I promised to let you rip something off of me with your teeth?"
She can feel the heat of his body behind her, making her shiver as his fingers trail over her skin to sweep her hair away from her neck, carefully bringing the chain around her neck so he might clasp it into place. The pendant is cool against her skin, warming slowly as it rests just at her cleavage, drawing the eye there with its ruby glint. Maeve turns so he might see it better, lifting her chin and baring her throat, fingers trailing along the edge of it. "You think so? I rather like it myself. You definitely didn't disappoint." Her eyes flick up to his, lashes dark and thick as she peers through them, a coquettish smile curling on her lips once more. "Tell me what you'd like to see me in next time, Captain. I think I promised to let you rip something off of me with your teeth?"
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
