Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

Richard had felt himself to be in quite the rush this evening. An unforeseen event had left him stuck at his office much longer than he had hoped. A whole three hours longer. It was as if his boss had known Richard had plans that evening, actively trying to sabotage the mans efforts to find some entertainment in his life. Richard knew better of course, he'd earned the company a lot of money lately. The big bonuses had kept his pockets lined with silk, and his wallet filled with cash of course. Can you get there any faster, please? he'd asked the cabbie as politely as he could manage. Now wasn't the time to irritate his driver, he didn't want to be any later than he was all thanks to a lack of manners. I'm on a deadline here, if you can skip a few lights or take a detour past the traffic I'll throw in a bonus! Yes. Bribery would get him there faster. Or at least he hoped. The cab driver took his money regardless, an extra 50 on top of his fare. It was a small price to pay as far as he was concerned. Losing his date would have proven far more costly. Whether it was down to the intervention of money, or the divine, Richard somehow made it home in time. Just as his cab was coming to the high rise building, he spied a particularly alluring sight just ahead of him in another cab. A brunette with hair as long as her exposed legs was just climbing out of a taxi, her skin kissed with a light olive tone seen mostly amongst those of Mediterranean descent. The colour of her eyes disguised by the shadows cast down from the near by street lamp. But he was sure that no matter their colour, they would be a beautiful hue that he could get lost in for hours. As the cabbie read out Richards toll he stealthily made his way out of the car and stopped by the drivers door. He leant down to peer at the wingside mirror, a crack in its glass making the image distorted but providing enough clarity for Richard to quickly adjust his hair. Eeyyy! When yer done peacockin', ya mind givin' me my fare? barked the angry little man at the window, forcing Richard to almost throw himself onto the curb to avoid any hearing damage. Offering the man a stunned look, Richard resumed his search for his wallet to pay the man before standing upright and carefully priming his blue pinstriped suit. He may not have been able to get a change of clothes, but his work suit still looked sharp. And there was just enough cologne left on his skin to keep him smelling fresh for a little longer. Making his way up the marbled steps, Richard followed just a few paces behind Francesca as to not spook her. He'd seen pictures of her, but since he was only looking at her from behind now he didn't want to confuse someone else for her right now. That would make things very awkward. So he sleuthed his way into the building, moving as discretely as his 6'4 frame would allow and trying to watch the gorgeous brunette at a distance. He didn't need to wait much longer to confirm his suspicions though, soon her angelic, sweetly accent voice evoking his name to the intercom and the confusingly masculine voice that replied. Richard? Mr. Norton isn't here. Who is this? replied a slightly more feminine voice now, Richard himself knowing that his cleaner Angela had answered the com for him. The lady was a heavy smoker, and as a result she had quite a rough voice. Often joking herself that she sounded like more of a man than Richard did! The thought produced a smile on his lips, a subtle shake of his head being his last action before stepping over towards the steel plate on the wall. It's alright, Angela. I just got back, had to work late. This is a friend of mine, Francesca. We'll be going out for a meal. I just need to come up and get changed. As he removed his hand from the intercom's buzzer, he cast a warm smile down to the exotic looking escort at his side. Carefully taking her left hand into his right and bringing it up to his lips, gifting her a gentlemanly kiss. Hello Francesca. I'm Richard.