Oh, Audrey was still pretty confident. But she was also a little bit of a brat and liked being told what to do in certain environments. It was a little awkward to have that conversation with people, especially when something was just a one-off for the sake of appeasing the spirits of whatever horrible ancient burial ground this hotel sat on. But she'd figured out ways to hint at it, to coax things in that direction. And Jinn responded so perfectly to what she wanted, what she'd hoped to get that it made another little chill and breathy sigh run through her.
She arched her back and angled herself against his body as he pulled her up, coming to him without hesitation. She liked the feeling of being closed in. While his height and build should have been intimidating, especially compared to hers, she had spent too much time with him to be wary. If anything, it enhanced the feeling of being caught in his grasp and brought a faint blush to her cheeks.
"Yes, sir," she breathed, a hint of mischief in her voice, and slipped her fingers inside his pants. There was a slinky sort of essence to her movements, which came from years of fight and dance training and all the body awareness that entailed. She knew how to move slow when she needed to. She knew how to make it look good. Even when she dragged her hands across his hips and towards the back of his thighs, she stayed pressed close to him, inching his pants down, taking a few liberties to feel his warm skin while she did. And when she'd finally pushed the fabric down as far as she could reach, she just hooked her knee against his side and used the friction between her jeans and his to get them down the rest of the way.