She nodded into her kisses at no names; Eliza didn't care one whit about who his little crush was. She just wanted to use it to torture him, to break him open and leave him later to pick up the pieces. She felt powerful, immortal. Eliza couldn't help the little snort that escaped her when Kieran said it was a colleague. Of course it was. So pedestrian. The way his voice caught when she did certain things sent a chill down her spine. She nipped harder in response. Laughing again, this time a high-pitched little giggle, she wondered how on earth anyone could assume this man was gay.
Eliza purred when he gave her more access to his creamy skin. She licked up the taught vein in his neck. How was this turning her on so much? She pulled away from his skin for just a moment, and spoke into the small space between them. "So, instead of speaking to her, you're here with me." She liked that and told him as much.
"Says a lot about how you feel about her. Clearly she's not worth your time, or your misery, if you can throw it all away so easily." He was sitting on the un-made bed now, and she was standing between his legs. Much like the posture they had adopted at the club, her straddling one of his thighs. She reached for one of his hands and placed it firmly on her breast, the sensitive peak hard and rubbing against the thin material of her dress.
She kissed him fiercely on the mouth, ending the conversation about his paramour and his broken heart. Then she told him she'd make it all feel better, muttering the promises into his lips.