“It’s too bad you feel that way.” Maya said simply. Honestly, she didn’t really care if he thought she was honest or not. In fact, she was a fantastic liar, and she used her skills frequently. The beauty of it was that people rarely knew which was a truth and which was a falsehood when it came to her. It only added to the enigma that was the jinni. Besides, she wasn’t exactly shy about her race, so she often had a bigger reputation revolving around that than was actually true.
Her smile grew slightly as she managed to draw his eyes to her chest. A look passed over his face which told her he probably didn’t like being drawn into the situation, but it was completely obvious that he enjoyed what he saw. Good. That would mean he would enjoy seeing more which would mean it would be possible to break him down even more.
“By the way, choking on air… Bad form.” She said after she’d whispered in his ear about how she could bad if that’s what he wanted.
“You really know how to read people.” Maya told him sarcastically… or was she? Maybe she really was a dream crusher though she didn’t normally think of it in those terms. Her sarcasm was often hard to detect, and even though she had a magnetic quality that made people want to be around her, she did have some unnerving qualities, too. However, they normally weren’t enough to make people leave her alone.
Maya winked at him. “Well, I can be very, very good, too.” She didn’t tell him that she had vowed not to abuse her abilities while attending Alden. While she loved a challenge, she also wanted to be at this school, and if the Dean caught wind of her breaking a promise, she knew he was one man she wouldn’t be able to break, and she would be gone. That wouldn’t happen of course. She may have been a fantastic liar and one hell of a cheat, but once she made a promise, it didn’t go unbroken. Telling that to Jack wouldn’t help her, though, and if he already knew about it, there was no sense in mentioning it again.
Then he left, and she followed him. The joint he revealed smelled wonderful, and the smoke from it was even better. “That can be arranged.” Maya joked about blowing him. She didn’t trade sex for drugs or for money, but she would suck his cock for free, and she was very good at it. When he blew the smoke he’d inhaled in her face, she knew she wanted it. A contact high wouldn’t be satisfactory; she wanted a hit.
The jinni made a show of closing her fingers into a fist, but there was nothing violent about it. Instead, the cherry on the end of his joint went cold. As long as she could control the flame that would aid in his getting high, he wouldn’t be able to accomplish it. “If you share, I will.” She offered enticingly.