"Well played," she laughed. Men very rarely held anything back, it was all pompous bullshit or nervous chatter trying to fill in the blanks. James didn't mind having to work for what she wanted, assuming she wanted to know more about Shane. Which, she suddenly and avidly insisted to herself, might not be the case.
"Well, Shane." Taking a seat on the very edge of his coffee table, she didn't bother to investigate the papers scattered behind her. One dark legging'd knee crossed the other.
"When was the last time you did something for the fun of it?" The storm of her eyes was questioning. While James had climbed down the elevator for kicks, Shane had seemed rather annoyed with the endeavor. She wondered if that reflected much of his life.