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

In Genny's crowd she wasn't so used to this old-fashioned ladies-first deference the tall man kept showing her, standing aside for her to get off the elevator, and she check briefly as she walked past to see if he was just taking the opportunity to ogle her, but he wasn't. The lobby was surprisingly quiet, a few people milling around, but she could hear the tapping of that cane of his quite clearly as he walked behind her, clearly intending to continue some conversation, presumably over the cup of coffee that he had offered her quite seriously. The sound of the cane and his footsteps caught up to her and he gently guided her to a different exit than she'd had in mind while continuing to talk down to her. She didn't like his words, or the way he said them to her. But it particularly stung the way he called her a politician, that she was just as bad as the rest. Like her dad. She almost stopped and yelled that she wasn't like her father right then and there, but quickly surmised that was exactly what he wanted her to do, to get under her skin, to lose her control. Well, she wouldn't do it. She kept that bottled up, her face a little pink with annoyance, but she kept the feelings on a low simmer as he led her out the door, not complaining she could open a stupid door by herself either, not willing to give the satisfaction. She saw a huge limousine parked just outside and suddenly flushed with trepidation. It must be her dad! How had he gotten here so quickly? But then the tall man strode right up to it and opened the passenger door as if the limo was his own, holding it again for her in that annoying way of his. She stopped short, answering the question she was taught to ask herself from earliest childhood is this a stranger whose car I should never get in? Well, we're on public record upstairs, with the offer of coffee even discussed on camera, she thought, so she decided if she was going to get this over with it might as well be now. He had continued talking, even repeating his promise to quit, and she was starting to really believe him. It was just that he truly believed he was not going to have to because she would not win the challenge. She slid in to the spacious interior, every bit as nice or nicer than the limo her dad had picked her up in a time or two. He slid in also, taking a seat and the door closed. She didn't want to sit too close to him, he freaked her out a little. But as he stared at her, not trying anything, she realized he did believe her, he just didn't understand he was going to lose the challenge. I do believe you. I don't think you're doing some sort of scam. I actually almost feel sorry for you. I think you are being truthful you would quit, but you honestly don't believe you're going to lose this. That's preposterous, of course, because that would mean that whatever hokey training crap you're going to try to pull on me would have to work and you just don't realize that's not going to happen. The car lurched forward and his eyes were still coldly considering her. She squirmed in her seat just a little. His eyes made her really uncomfortable, like a bug under a microscope. Isn't there anything else you can look at? She immediately regretted saying anything about it, like it gave away something. Genny recommitted herself to not reacting to his stupid mind games. It was immature really. Like 8 year olds having a staring contest, except he wasn't eight, and no eight year old she ever knew had eyes like that. Distraction. Change the subject. Where do you want to go for coffee? There's a nice place just off-campus on Western, free-wifi and refills.