Maya laughed, a sensual, throaty sound, when Micah whistled at her. “Parties always turn into drool fests in one way or another. I don’t mind pushing things along in my direction.” She winked at him. “Besides, you’re one to talk.” She drew her finger over his chest. He could look good wearing anything, and it was like he didn’t even have to work at it. Oh, the pains of being male.
She did a slow little spin when he complimented her dress. “In fact, it was. I had it tailored to my exact measurements. I’m glad you like it.” It really inflated her ego when people complimented pieces she created herself. Of course, few people knew that she was the seamstress behind a lot of her clothing, but that was just as well. The less people knew about her, the less ammunition they had against her.
“I’m inclined to agree. The hookah room upstairs is especially exquisite.” The jinni leaned against a counter the doorway when he left the kitchen. She smiled when he pulled out the little pill that packed so much punch. “I think that sounds like a plan though I’ll be waiting until a little later to dig into my stash.” She was hoping to do a little E tonight, but she would refrain until she was certain she was in the right mindset and with the right people before she even touched it. A good trip was on her agenda, not something fucked that would ruin her night and her party.