Thread: Bitter Sweet Rivals (Lady Bloody Ava & Fates.Gamble)

Gabriellas beautiful looks, and obvious intelligence and charm were certainly paying off for her. Not only was she successfully pulling the Trifexis contract into her favor, but she snared Devon himself as easily as a naive rabbit. If he had half a clue as to who this girl actually was, this conversation, this promise full of sweet potential that was growing by the moment, would never be happening. It was likely the same from her perspective, but the clueless pawns played their dangerous game seamlessly. Her response brought an undeniably sexy smile out of him a look caught somewhere between boyish charm and absolute debonair, backed only by his fine suit and wealthy air. His attentions turned regrettably to the bar tender, but only long enough to order her another martini before he was drinking in her delicious visage once more. Actually, he started, still smiling, I thought you were just too damn stunning not to come talk to. His eyes swept her body with obvious appreciation, imbibing every bit of her. From the way her unbuttoned shirt exposed some of her soft, perfection chest, down past her wondrous hips, right to her sexy stilettoes. It wasnt just her body that drove him hot. The way she dressed showed she had style, which usually meant an engaging personality. There was no better sort of company in, or out of the bedroom in Devons opinion. As she introduced herself, his eyes shifted back up, and he gave her the same courtesy. Devon, he responded, offering his hand in introduction. He was tempted to kiss her hand just for the pleasure of feeling his lips against her delightful, sun-kissed skin, but that was far too clich for his liking and unnecessary besides. The attraction and abandoned thoughts that run rampant, was obvious just in the way he touched. Not so much a formal handshake as a slightly lingered grasp, his fingertips almost electric in the way they whispered across her skin. I couldnt agree more, Devon said plainly once the moment had passed, and she batted away work. Like her, work was the absolute last thing on his mind. Just thinking of the office brought the image of his fathers disappointed face to mind, and he certainly wasnt interested in living that memory. Work being brought up again was enough to send him after the Crown and Coke hed seemed to have forgotten after drinking in Gabby for so long. Her top-shelf martini was finally delivered after that, which he eyed with approval. Ive got to say Gabby, youve certainly got good tastes. This girl was becoming more appealing by the moment, but he still could not say why, exactly. Hed met and wooed plenty of beautiful women in his day, most with just as much allure. But there was just something about this girl And you are just down right gorgeous, he responded in kind to her bold compliment. His eyes were equally intrepid in the way they admired her form. It was clear that neither of them were strangers to this little dance. The attraction was palpable, but she still had his head in a fog. He could barely think straight, let alone think of a way to bring this to the next level. But everything was falling into place so naturally that the edginess was easy to swallow down. How is it your here all by yourself? he asked, true apprehension lingering behind the words. No way this girl wasnt single. You dont have a big bad boyfriend whos gonna burst in on me for buying you a drink, do you? I certainly wouldnt blame him if he tried, but I think I might have to fight just as hard for you. If only he knew who he was vowing to put up a fight for. If he wasnt so enamored and intrigued, he might have remembered an old curse his father threw around the last time shed swept a contract out from under them. Bitch has got hair as black as the devils heart, and her eyes as green as his soul. Little princess Beaumont is becoming a problem. . . But hell, if black hair or green eyes made you guilty of being a Beaumont, then the jury wouldnt be out long on his case. e