Thread: Bitter Sweet Rivals (Lady Bloody Ava & Fates.Gamble)

I see you have a good eye for detail, he mused, allowing her every bit of access as she admired his suit. He couldnt help but imagine what her perfectly manicured nails might feel like dragging across his skin. Maybe if he was lucky, hed find out in due time. Surprising, Devon commented on her relationship, though maybe not entirely so. He also had a good eye for detail, and her attire and demeanor spoke volumes as to her profession. He couldnt be sure if she was a lawyer, or in a field more closely related to his own, of course, but whatever she did, he was certain that it consisted of long hours with meticulous work not the most attractive quality in a spouse. He knew that all too well, a big part of the reason he didnt shoot for anything too serious. Well that, and who the hell wanted to settle down at his age anyway? Pretty lucky for me though, if I dont say so myself. A fact that proved its self very quickly as she leaned in towards him. Time seemed to slow as her rose petal lips pressed against him, teasingly inaccurate. He watched her with a devious gleam, very much liking how forward she was being. Her intoxicating haze was clearing from his mind, but she was doing a good job of replacing it with a batter of lustful desire. Oh I dont think youve spent nearly enough time with me to decide Im sweet just yet, he half-joked, that wicked look in his eye remaining all the while. She had his undivided attention as she revealed a little more about herself, though. He was quickly proven right on the idea of her job, and though he was curious about what she did, he simply listened rather than pursue the topic. Theyd promised to avoid said discussion, after all. It seemed she didnt need reminding of that as she quickly hopped the conversation back over to him. Devon laughed at her comments, eyes instinctively dropping to his ring finger as it was brought up, but his attention was quickly swept into following as she pointed out the various women shed spotted checking him out. Jealousy was clearly written across the face of one or two, which amused him. Well, I guess I just havent find a woman thats been good enough to tie me down yet. Im a bit of a fighter. He grinned at the way the words could be taken, but soon laughed it off, shaking his head a little. Actually, Im a lot like you, I guess, though I have to admit that my reasoning is a little more selfish. My job takes up a lot of my time, and even though I look damn good in this suit, most days it feels like a prison. Dont get me wrong, I enjoy my job, but after a long day chained to a desk and a briefcase all I want to do is cut loose.Im not interested in spending all day in a work prison, before committing myself to one at home. I mean, not to say I dont want to settle down some day. But I work hard throughout the day because I know that when I get out, Im free to do whatever the hell I want. If I want to go out and have a drink, maybe lose myself in a beautiful woman . . . well I dont bust my ass all day just to be denied that sweet freedom. He paused to take a steady sip of his Crown, licking traces of the sweet liquor off his plush lips as he set the glass down, and leaned in closer to her. He softly reached out and brushed the pad of his thumb across the soft skin of her cheek, a sexy, wanting smile on his face as he held her attention. I pride myself on being a man who knows what he wants, and from the moment I saw you, I knew all I wanted was to forget all the shit of the day, and lose myself in you. That would never be possible if I was tied down to one of these other women dying to be in your shoes. e