Thread: The indecent Challenge. {Skittish Butterfly, n' ForeverMischievous}

Genny felt her heart flutter with a brief hope at the way he glanced down at her hand before shaking it to finalize their now publicly recorded deal, and she remembered he'd said he wouldn't touch her. Could it possibly be that easy? But no, his hand engulfed hers, his look conveying he was aware of the same thought but took her offer to be her consent. She tried not to betray any disappointment at loosing such an easy way out, to show only her utter confidence. The way he kept talking about her need for attention, about who everyone praised and reward, that got to her too, burrowing just a teeny bit under her skin but she was pretty sure her smile only betrayed the slightest hint of gritted teeth. As she continued looking up at him he turned away from her, all eyes and focus for the cameras, leaving her to turn back to but annoyingly a step slow as if he were setting the agenda rather than her -- he couldn't think he was going to take credit for leaving the business as if it was his idea, this event his own doing, when she was the one who came up with the challenge, could he? Before she knew it the flash bulbs had all popped and the little lit up patterns in her eyes were slowly fading and she just wanted to leave. At that moment Erick said something about coffee and gestured toward the elevator, as if he were some polite comrade eager to escort her. Genny knew he was far too crass and insensitive to be a mind reader or to have a clue what was really going on in a woman's mind but it momentarily flustered her nonetheless, and she had wanted to get out, and next thing she knew there were walking toward the elevator together while Rick and Liora and Vanessa were still gathering the poster and taking down media numbers for her and didn't even notice her leaving. She'd have to call them later. The ride down in the elevator was almost as uncomfortable for her as the ride up had been, but at least her dad hadn't called yet -- the news of her performance here was probably on various friends' facebook and twitter feeds already but she knew he wouldn't find out about it until he could read it on paper, probably handwritten. That would at least give her time to figure out how to spin it, for him and everybody else too. She stood quietly with her thoughts for the first two floors as they descended back to the lobby. Finally she reached a constructive mental state and spoke to his reflection in the doors in front of her rather than turning to actually face him. I don't get it. Why'd you do it? Are you so used to being in control that you couldn't figure out the simple truth here -- that you have no say in this? That you're going to have to quit because you've made your porn career entirely dependent on me and its not in your control now? I mean, I'm not going to just change my mind. You must think nobody is going to notice when you try to weasel out of this later. A flicker of a thought, her father's face flashed in front of her. Oh! I get it. Publicity? Influence? You're going to buy me off, is that it? On camera connection, influence with the Governor, and no harm done when both parties come to an agreement? The bell dinged and the reflection of his face disappeared as the doors slid open.