Saint was cutting an elegant figure tonight, in full female regalia; the long blonde hair hung in shimmering golden waves, the face made up expertly to accentuate high cheekbones and radiant white skin. The clothing though… it was pure Saint, a black pencil skirt that hugged the swell of her hips and endless legs, the black silk shirt unbuttoned just low enough to give a hint of scandalous lace bra beneath. The back-seamed silk stockings, the low black close-toed suede Oxford heels, everything about the ensemble screamed 'sexy secretary' until you saw those wanton green eyes alight with mirth.
She was sipping a glass of champagne and pondering her later appointment with Dahlia when she heard a gentle throat-clear at her elbow. The waiter was cute, obviously a little green, and he nervously relayed Eli's message. A slow smile tugged at Saint's lips. Eli favored everyone and was excellent at matching clients to servers; if he was sending someone to her, then it would be a fun endeavor indeed.
She went where instructed, the flute lifted to succulent rose-tinted lips for another sip, waiting.