Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

Each and every one of Richard's apologies were met with the same grace and dignity from the escort. His being kept late was understandableafter all, he seemed quite important, and though Francesca had no idea what he did, she was sure she would find out that and more over the coming hours. Really, it's ok, she cooed in her soft, accented voice. I'm sure our time together will be sweeter for the wait. We have many hours together... She gave him a knowing look, though on this occasion she toned down the playfulness just a touch. She didn't want to be too lasciviousat least not yetand they did have the night and the small hours of the morning to themselves after all. For the time being, she felt it more appropriate to play the part of a date, even if Richard knew full well that he would not need to sweet talk her to get her between the sheets. All the same, it would be nice, and she would play her part willingly in that. She was pleased too that her words weren't met with anything that implied she'd erredshe knew the right things to say, and her English was very good, but the finer points of the language still eluded her. She liked to use phrases she picked up here and there, but something still sounded wrong to her when she said things like sweeter for the wait. An idiomshe knewbut she'd be damned if that for didn't sound out of place. All notion of idiomatic oddities left her pretty brunette head as soon as the door opened and she stepped inside Richard's abode. Her own apartment had seemed quite lavish when she moved into it 8 months ago, but it looked like a poorly decorated shoebox in comparison to Richard's expansive 50th floor apartment. This was the kind of place she'd dreamed about living in when she came to the big cityonly it took wealth and success to attain, or the love of a wealthy and successful man. Nothing seemed out of place and everything was spotless neither did anything seem cheap, and the large windows presented her with a view which showed her a beautiful side of the city she'd scarcely seen before. Of course she'd known it would be nice, but still the sight of his home took her breath awayfar, far away to a land of dreams and lofty aspirationsand for just a moment her visage of elegance and grace was broken by surprise. She managed not to break her countenance so much as to utter a self-belittling wow, but when she turned her eyes back to Richard her smile was noticeably wider. She thanked him for his hospitality, told him there was no need to hurry, and as he left she turned her eyes back around the apartment again, wondering what it would be like to live in such a place. By the time he returned, she was seated upon one of the plush, leather seats, a simple glass of water in her hand. She'd eyed bottles of wine and liquor while he showered and dressed, but felt it would have been unbecoming of her to take so much as a glass of juice, let alone the finer drinks he had in his apartment. Oh, wow, she purred when he entered, standing to greet him. You look greatso handsome. I feel under-dressed, she laughed, looking down at her short, flowing skirt and simple, elegantly decorated blouse. I would have worn a dress if I knew I was going out with such a... dignified man, she finished, smiling as her brain hit upon the word she wanted, albeit after a brief pause.