She scoffed – which at least made an actual sound in response. Of course she wasn’t a conquest. Being a conquest inferred that she was not a willing participant who was aware of the stakes, or lack thereof. Carly was fully aware of what all this was, or what it could be, just as she was aware that getting to Will first (assuming Lucy hadn’t beat her to the punch) would be something of a petty victory.
After she kissed his forearm, she looked at him carefully, tentatively appraising his reaction – which seemed to be a good one. For a brief moment, his expression was blank; a smile flickered across her face and she was convinced that she’d won, gaining a little bit of power, especially over Lucy in this entire scenario. And as much as this had all started out as a little unfriendly competition between the two women, Carly couldn’t deny the slight rush – she was glad for the slight flush on Will’s neck. Excited.
I’d get you something but the shopette only lets you request stupid shit.
Carly grinned and nodded. It was her way of affirming that, yes, the cheesecake was a special birthday dessert, which was at least better than most years.
There was a small pad of paper on the table in front of her and a pen in her pocket; she produced both and began scribbling on the page (she hated resorting to this) before ripping it out of the pad and handing it to him.