Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

Harper knew she was slowly losing it. That even though she had so much to drink already, it wasnt giving her courage. If anything it made her feel more nervous and seemed to loosen her tongue. She was afraid she might spill her entire beans to this really gorgeous and intimidating man and blow her entire cover. Not that it was really a cover but she had a feeling that a kindergarten teacher moonlighting as a lady of the night for a few gs wouldnt exactly go down so well. She had to get a grip on herself. She was not Harper right now. She was Izabel and Izabel teased men, taunted them and made them wrap around her finger completely. She made them crazy for her and begging for her attention but at the end of the night, it would be her to decide who got to take her away. And that was when she would beat a hasty retreat and promise to come again and again. This man didnt seem to show his displeasure completely about the fact it was her first night, a slip she would do well not to let happen again. Since Stephanie was gone and happily entertaining another man for a lot of money, Harper was really on her own. She needed to hold her own and even though this gorgeous man made her want to wilt and melt into a completely love-struck puddle, she was really thankful for the bar which her hip was perched against to keep her standing upright. She could not feel her legs at the moment, especially when he gently squeezed her fingers. Such a strong but gentle grip that made her feel butterflies roaring deep inside of her alcohol laced belly. IzabelIzabelIzabel It was like a mantra to make her remember her role here. She was not going to be seduced by him. She was going to seduce him. Well, perhaps the Madame herself didnt brief me but Serafina did. Shes the one who She was cut short when he suddenly pulled her close and all sense of rhyme and reason went away. All she could smell was his manly scent and sexy musky scent that had her wanting to lean in and simply bury her nose into the crook of his neck. His jaw was so well defined that she wanted to brush her lips along the smooth skin and get completely lost in him. She was pretty sure that a man like him could show a woman like her one hell of a night. Then her boyfriend flashed into her mind and that was when Harper realized she was emotionally cheating and she hadnt heard a word he had said. Stephanie had explained it well to her. The women that were hired for this event by the Madame were women of the night. They were experienced in catering to a man, teasing him, flirting with him and making him feel like he was the most important man of the night. However, they were also experienced in playing with the affections and attentions of the man and that it was always up to the woman on who ended up with a particular man. There were enough women to go around for all the men at every event should any one in particular decide to get cozy and intimate in private but ultimately the woman had the power and the final say and the women were the higher commodities and priorities next to the money. After all, it was the women and the favors they showed a night that made the Manor so popular for these very rich men who needed nights away from their wives, girlfriends, even their mistresses to simply bed a woman they never had to call again or to simply bed a woman who was so different that they had a reason to go on with their everyday living, just to see a specific woman again. It wasnt any different than what this Robert had said but considering she hadnt been paying attention to what he was saying and was actually admiring him like a moth to a flame, all she could do was simply go with it. Wing it. If she understood the way Stephanie did things when they went out, surely Harper could imitate it into something of her own. Honing her inner seductive woman to beguile and wile a man into seduction. His next string of conversation she definitely caught and as he spoke, she allowed herself to contemplate. Why was she here? What did she expect? It would be easy to simply speak the truth. That she needed money and Serfina was her roommate and told her all she had to do was entertain some men, look pretty and shed leave with a few thousand dollars simply for being there. Even if she didnt sleep with any man, a couple thousand would be a lot more than she had and it would always be nice to have a little extra since she was strapped for money. A kindergarten teachers salary with the kind of bills she had from a good education was not enough. This would certainly help. What was she doing here then? So far though, she had learned that this was like nothing else she had experienced. Just being in this mans presence as opposed to the other two men she had been talking to earlier, she found herself drawn to him and she wanted to get lost in him. It was so immediate. It was never like this with her boyfriend. It was only after a couple of months of dating that she finally agreed to take things to a newer level because she was ready and because she wanted him. She didnt even know Robert and she wanted him right there, right then, up against the bar. It was insane. But she was enjoying simply letting go. Stephanie always said she was so tightly wound and high strung and never let herself enjoy any of the luxuries that life happened to hand to her. She always turned them away but right now, she just wanted this man to keep talking to her because she actually felt something for once in her life. Finding an ounce of confidence, a smile slowly appeared on her face. She sipped the last bit of her chardonnay before setting the empty wine glass on the bar top. If I am being perfectly honest Robert, what I expect is for something different than what I am used to. I am the kind of woman who does not let go of her inhibitions nearly enough to truly enjoy what life has to offer. Tonight is about that. Turning a new leaf, embarking upon a new journey and letting go for the first time in my entire life. That was so easy to say. It was true, without talking about money. I know, that seems that I am very tightly wound and highly strung. But thats why I am here. To prove that I am not that at all. When their new round of drinks came their way, she picked up her glass and took a refreshing sip, the tangy-sourness of the wine coating her tongue and easily swimming down her throat. It was oh so refreshing and exactly what she needed to survive this night a lot better than she let on. Its intoxicating. She stepped a little closer as if she wanted to tell a secret. She leaned up to his ear and purred in a soft, sultry undertone. I was never one of those women who men looked at. I always admired women who got this certain look from men, the kind that said, I want to eat you up. Her lips lightly brushed along the outer shell of his ear. I think I understand now. Especially from the way youve been looking at me. She smiled against his ear. Its intoxicating. Thus, Izabel was born.