“Would you have preferred whore?” Jill asked with a thin raised brow, eyes curious but otherwise blank. She was loosing patience with this man, but was doing her best to contain the annoyance.
Lowering her cup to her lap she finally gave him a pointed look. “Client. Employer implies I answer to you and no one else in fear of losing a job. We do not make this deal and I will continue to live a comfortable life.” Not nearly so comfortable depending on the sum he could possible offer, but comfortable regardless.
Lips thinning then, she ignored his answer to her question, instead focusing on his words of protection. “I am not denying more is better. However, you seemed to be under the assumption I had- have- none. An untruth.” She leaned back then, her other leg slowly crossing over the other, her own arms moving to the arms of the chair.
“To answer your- proposal,” Jillian said slowly, lip and brow curving up, “I must say- I have some rules, no- guidelines, if this is to proceed.” Her back straightened, “one, no information will be received over owl, I do not trust the skies. Two, it will be done on my own grounds, neutral, but my own choosing. Three, I will be giving respect- client or employer I am doing you the service and I can take it away.”