"You flatter far too much." That smirk remained across her lips as she felt his arm encompass the flare of her hip. Emma's figure was certainly a work of art, the woman was notoriously known for scandalous outfits. Skin tight dresses, revealing tops, and her corsets. Standing at an intimidating 5'10" without her heels, with stilettos she breached 6 feet easily. Magazines loved to pin her look as the new look of money. She wasn't painfully skinny like twiggy supermodels. She had an hourglass figure which was usually accented with a corset.
Emma Frost and easy never went in a sentence together. The woman's personality was a cold as her blue gaze. Sharp witted with a silver tongue, Emma knew when and where to dig in her claws and hold on tight. "Don't get used to it," She replied rather passively to his comment about not being at work. Lips pressed against his briefly before she slid out from his grasp and moved to press her back against the counter. "I decided to take a day off." Tossing blonde hair over her shoulder, one foot moved to press against the bottom of the counter.
"Hitting the bottle early, darling?" A finely sculpted brow arched towards him, as she took another sip of her coffee. "I suppose as some horrible country-easy listening duo would say, it's five o'clock somewhere." Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. If she was going to drink alcohol, she would stick to a more suitable mimosa - made with Cristal or Dom Perignon of course; only the best for Miss Emma Frost. However, this morning afternoon, she wanted coffee. It was her drink of choice when just waking up.
Lips curled into a devious smirk at the mention of last night. Placing her cup of coffee on the counter, a finger curled to coax him closer to her. Voice poured into his mind, as those blue eyes held a rather seductive 'come hither' look to them. "Yoga leaves me rather pliable, and I just know what you like." Fingers laced into his shirt once he was close enough and she pulled him flush against her body, making sure to pin her backside against the edge of the counter. "Why? Did you not enjoy yourself?" A finger circled around the arc reactor through his shirt, as her head tilted to look up at him. Blue eyes studied his own blue gaze as her lips remained curled with that smirk.
Emma was a vixen, and the magazines made truth by pinning her with a predatory look. Everything she did was predatory. Her walk was confident and determined, with her head held high she looked like she owned the world. Her actions in business were dominating and ruthless and her private life was highly private and very complex. There were ten million angles to this diamond of a woman, and each one perfectly chiseled out of the rough of her childhood. Surprises while in a relationship with Emma was expected.