Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella To Scarlett's surprise, it was rather easy to fall into Brian's gentlemanly charm. She found herself smiling, laughing and gasping along to his stories, entranced by the detail and amount of action. It was a wonder the agent was still alive after all he had been through, but it was probably because of the mix of brains and brawn that was so admirable and decorative on him. But what she enjoyed the most were the stories of how he saved towns and cities from the threat of gang violence. She leaned forward in her chair, breasts laying gently upon the table and exposing a hint of cleavage as the dress material stretched down slightly against the wood. He was a modern white knight... It made her wonder if he had his own damsel-in-distress that he claimed, but she brushed the question away. It was rude to ask about such things upon first meeting, and she still adhered to etiquette no natter how wild she liked to get. Close to an hour-and-a-half had passed since Brian's arrival. Dinner was fantastic, the desert was exquisite, and the Westin father and daughter found themselves sharing their stories as well. Philip pushed his plate away in a smooth motion before smiling at Brian. Law enforcement runs in my blood! I am third generation 'Justice Westin'... My father and grandfather made sure I continued the profession. I enjoy it really, and I get to meet all these wonderful colleagues. But I think it's better for all of us if you think of me as a friend more than a colleague or superior. After all, you may be my superior one day, Brian. The man winked at the federal agent. My story isn't nearly as interesting as yours, just filled with a lot of family history laced with Chicago history, and I don't want to bore you to death! Anyway, please excuse me for just a moment. Philip nodded to his guest and smiled, pushing back his chair and disappearing behind the corner to some unknown area of the house. Scarlett smiled then, knowing her father had just let out the hook on Brian with his offer of calling him 'friend'. Soon enough he'd be reeled in like so many others had been, attracted to her father's status like a moth to a flame. She couldn't blame Agent Grady it was damn near impossible to decline an offer like that. It wasn't every day that a high standing federal judge invited someone to call him friend, and even she knew only a cool would reject it. She looked to the agent to search his face for a reaction, but was quickly reminded of her own obligation to speak when her father left.. If there was one thing she hated, it was talking about herself. She loved her father, but it would be a lie to say that she grew up in a wonderful home with wonderful parents. Her mother was dead, and at times it seemed her father loved work more than his family. But Scarlett understood why he worked so hard, so she always felt a pang of regret every time she thought of her father as neglectful. I grew up here in Chicago. I recall it being different then, none of these gangs running about, and it was also a smaller city. But anyway, as far as what I want to do with my life, I- I don't know yet. When I finished my schooling, I studied various arts abroad in Paris. I just returned about a year ago. Painting and fashion were the two that I loved, and they're regular hobbies of mine. I think I'd love to travel, though. France was beautiful, and I'd love to see more of Europe and America. She paused, saying phrases in French before saying them in English. 'The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes'... Of course, at some point I'd like to start a family. I'm an only child, and I know my father would love to see me wed and with children before he dies. She leaned forward again, breasts and cleavage slightly exposed as they had been before, but this time on purpose. Would Brian dare flick his eyes downward? But it didn't matter. She liked it, he'd probably like it, it was a win-win situation all around. It wasn't until the sound of her father's heavy steps that she straightened herself, sitting up politely as a young lady should. Philip returned, gesturing to Brian. Are you enjoying yourself? I was wondering if you would be so kind to indulge me in more conversation over in the sitting room for the rest of the evening. And Scarlett, sweet, could you bring us some sparkling cider?