Thread: Whatever It Takes (Procyonix x Pastel00)

Procyonix said An fashionista with dreams of moving to Italy? She was an interesting girl indeed. Before he could ask her more about it, she addressed his life. Shrugging he told her, It's far less interesting that you might think. A lot of meetings, though there are parties and galas to go to. It's actually why your aunt hates me, you know. She mistakes the escorts I hire to accompany me to these galas for women I am sleeping with. I think she would be shocked to know that the last woman I was with is nearly five years ago now. I don't just sleep with anyone. She has to mesmerize me, entice me, challenge my mind, and most of all make me laugh. Grinning at her he gave her a sly crossways look, Do you know anyone that could fit that description and perhaps be interested in applying? I would of course require a resume. Turning from his joking come on, he turned back to her conversation pieces. I think, he began with a warm smile, that so long as you are happy doing what you want to do, and have some skill at it, you should follow your dreams. Doing work that you love will make a person passionate about their work. At the end of the day, you feel good about it. Looking both ways as if making sure the coast was clear or listeners, he placed his hand up and whispered behind it to her, Plus, if you decide to trust me, I could probably arrange a trip to Italy if your passport is up to date.. Click to expand... Lily listened intently. It was surprising that he was opening up to her so casually, talking about June's suspicious attitude towards him. She was even more surprised to hear that his last sexual partner was so long ago. He was a man of wealth, intelligence and charm and she could only imagine the women who threw themselves at his feet. Her last partner had been roughly a year prior with her first true boyfriend. After the few years of being a personal doormat she decided to end the relationship with him. Ever since she had taken the time to focus on her job, studies, and herself. Giving him a small laugh she thanked the fact she hadn't been drinking anything, because she would have surely spit it out all over his name-brand jacket. Is he flirting with me..? she asked trying to think of something calm and witty to come back with. Before she could say anything he picked up the conversation once more. At this point she had made her way towards the same pantry that she recieved the sugar from. This time she leaned further in on the very top shelf, being roughly five foot three inches she had to stand on her tipy toes. With a small smile she placed the dusty wine bottle onto the counter top fallowed by two wide mouthed glasses. Chateau Lafite okay? her grandparents had been long term owners of a vine vinyard and often sent June over fine wines of special holidays. Luckily June wasn't a fan of wine and she was. Only a couple away from her twenty-first birthday she didn't feel as awkward drinking more openly. Lily finished filling the glasses to the half-way mark before sliding one in front of him. Taking a gentle drink she couldn't help but smile at his next words. I couldn't agree more. If it had been up to anyone else I would've been in law school right now. Her doe shaped eyes watched him with a spark. Taking another more elongated sip of the wine she nodded, I couldn't force myself to do something I knew I would end up hating. Life is too short to not do what drives your passion she said with a soft smile. The way the bar lights above them highlighted his handsome features made it hard not to stare. You wanted to be in meetings for the rest of your life? She sighed, blaming her free spirit and zero filter, What I mean is you don't seem passionate about being a CEO, correct me if I'm wrong. His next words made her eyes grow wide and left her momentarily in silence. Italy?? Had she heard him right? She didn't think that her tolerance for alochol was that low. Deciding to call in quits after her single glass she offered him more if he wanted. I'll just be blunt. Why would you want to take me to Italy? she eyed him slightly, maybe June was right and all he could see was a pretty young face. Going back on her word she poured herself another glass. If you decide to trust me... she went over those words a few times in her head. Though she didn't know him very well he didn't come a crossed as the non-trustworthy type, she had never seen criminal or odd activity next door.