Scarlett's smile was slow and subtly proud as she turned her bright blue eyes on the man who'd done precisely as she'd intended one to do. And then she recognized him, and she almost burst out laughing. Instead, she quirked one dark eyebrow at him. "A double double, hmm? Trying to get me drunk?" she quipped, happy to have him pay for it regardless.
"You're not planning to rain on my fun, are you?" she asked. Her fingertips tapped his chest, her eyes watching long acrylic nails walking up the fabric before glancing back up at him. "Because I could think of far more fun things you could do with me." What could she say? She enjoyed sex and had no qualms with propositioning anyone she found attractive.