Thread: Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

-she laughed lightly, her words drifting over her shoulder as she climbed in.- It takes all kinds, Chris. Everyone has different tastes, but Im flattered. -and flattery will get you everywhere. She stifled that thought and kept it from passing her lips. He was technically the boss and an old friend, one she hadnt recognized at first. She glanced to the right, her foot bouncing lightly as it dangled in the air, the champagne shaking lightly with the motion as she rested it against her thigh.- And what were those unattainable rewards? -she asked curiously, lifting the glass to her lips, taking a sip as she waited his answer. Shed frankly always thought hed achieve everything he would set out to do, hed been smart, hed been going places. Of course shed thought she was too but then mom got sick and dad left, left her to handle the broken pieces and everything shed wanted then had become unattainable. She wasnt jealous, far from it. She was quite glad to see hed done so well with himself. She was simply curious as to what he had thought was unattainable then. Taking another sip from her glass, she nearly choked on his blunt recollection of her.- Well, hindsight is 2020. I was a cheerleader and peer pressure was a bitch. -her free hand shifted flippantly. Shed grown up and out of it. Shed grown up in a box, stunting what shed wanted to do with herself.- Yes we do, sometimes some of us are simply playing catch up. -she replied simply. She went silent as he continued to speak. She couldnt necessarily argue with anything he said. She had moved from one stifling box to another. She didnt hate her job but she also knew she was better made for something else. Her eyes were on the liquid in her glass, clearly the gears turning in her head.- Mmhmm. -she murmured at his conclusion, in thought. Said friend shouldnt be taken advantage of either because of their position. However, he was the one that had brought it up to her. Her chest rose and fell softly as he watched her. She felt him shift beside her and finally brought herself from her thoughts, turning her attention directly onto him, finishing the last bit of champagne in her glass before she answered his question. Her tongue darting just barely past her lips to wet them. Her eyes dropping to his hand against her knee briefly.- Like I said, Ive handled the demands of a dozen strangers, so Im pretty sure I could handle yours, really. Wouldnt be all that much different. -her eyes remained on him, even as she felt his hand shifting and sliding. Part of her wanted to stop him. To pull away. To ask him what he was doing. Part of her thrilled at it too. She swallowed lightly. The muscles jumped slightly beneath his touch. The nerves igniting. She cleared her throat lightly.- Im trying to process..... everything , Chris. -her eyes dropping to his hand before returning pointedly to meet his eyes. Though she did mean she was trying to process everything, everything before and after his hand slid up her leg and calmly, since hed shown up actually. She drew in a breath as his hand left her leg. Shifting slightly in her seat. Holding the glass toward him as he refilled it. She was taking a drink from the fresh glass when she felt his hand fall back into place. Drawing her back into talk of the job.- Scheduling, answering calls, emails.... -she listed off a number of other things, everything a PA was there to do. She knew what it took, she had the training for it. It was how shed gotten the receptionist position, many of the same things were involved.- And I can do it all and keep calm doing it. Which just makes your day that much better. -her lips curled at the corners. Another drink, she watched him curiously. The internal struggle raged on. Her skin reacting to the brush of his fingers, her mind wondering what the hell he was doing and in the same token, not shying from it.- What are you doing, Chris? -she finally asked, softly, crossing her legs the opposite direction once hed pulled her shoes from her feet. There was nothing in her tone necessarily to express how she was feeling one way or the other. It was a simple, curious question.-