Thread: Heartfire (Vertaige & darkangel76)

Evie's face had blanched when the limo had pulled up to Duncan's high-rise apartment building. It was huge, the architecture ornately beautiful as it scraped the sky overhead. Climbing out of the limo, she craned her neck, red curls cascading down her back, as she peered up to get a better view. Swallowing hard, she then set her jaw and began to head toward the main entrance doors. As she headed inside, her blue eyes flitted toward the mark on her arm... his markthe one mark that changed her life forever. Some time had past and Evie had managed to have her first House Management lesson with her Master. Now she was ready for her second. She'd been told to be prompt when arriving at his office, that tardiness just wasn't acceptable. Figuring it best to comply for the time beingseeing as he'd been decent enough to give her some space as she grew accustomed to her new surroundings and allshe quickly found a suitable uniform, thanks to Mina's assistance. The woman had been a godsend, very helpful in showing her what would be deemed acceptable or not for such occasions. At that, Evie rummaged through her closet and found a business casual suit of grayish purple hues, the skirt form fitting and flattering, showing off much of her legs. It even had a slit up the back, something that made her cheeks redden a bit, but most of the formal skirts available to her seemed to be this way, leaving her little choice for anything else. Once she'd put on the rest of the suit to cover up the black lacy underthings she was donning, she smoothed out the skirt and buttoned up the filmy blouse. Going over to the dresser, she pulled out a pair of sheer black nylon stockings and a garter belt. She put them on without too much trouble and then slipped on a pair of black heels. Exiting her room, Evie could feel her heart pounding hard. She was actually going to not only be prompt, but early. As she walked, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd actually be too early. Though, she figured if she was, she could either wait in the corridor if he was busy or in his office if he wasn't there. In the end, she supposed either scenario wouldn't be overly bad and might set a good enough example. For now. Once Evie arrived at Duncan's office door, she gave it a firm knock. Standing there, her breaths coming short, she waited... no answer. Biting down on her lower lip, she hesitated a moment, but dared to try again. When there was still no answer, she decided to push open the door and peek inside. As she peered into the room, she saw that it was empty. Smiling a little, she pushed the door open further and dared to enter and wait. Evie closed the door behind herself and walked further into the room. She still had several minutes before her meeting time with Duncan and figured he probably wouldn't arrive until the scheduled time. So, like a dragon to keep strict schedules! She smirked as she sauntered about the room, swaying her hips like some haughty princess. Yes, yes, Evie drawled. Fire henchman 'A' so I can hire henchman 'C'. A tiny sigh rolled over her lips as she continued to meander about the office. Must make sure all my things are in order, you know. She had to stifle a giggle, but she continued with her little game. As she walked and swayed ever so dramatically, she heard a sudden snap, which caused her to gasp and look down. As Evie looked down, her garter had come unfastened and her one nylon stocking was starting to sag along her leg just a bit. She scowled slightly and walked over to Duncan's desk, the stocking dropping more and more down her leg as she made her way toward it. Once next to it, she propped her leg up on top of it and hiked her skirt up. She then placed her fingers about the rim of her nylon and began to adjust it, slowly pulling it up her extended, propped up leg.