“I imagine breaking your rules garners some pretty harsh consequences,” John remarked, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a long drink, eyes never quite leaving her.
Kass wore a cartoon sex symbol like she was its muse, simply slicked on the likeness for the night and let it hang on her like a pheromone. He was certain she knew – because beautiful women always know – but she had the eyes of every man within seeing distance of her, drawn to her like smaller bodies caught in the gravitational eddies of her impossible orbit. Her eyes lidded and smoky were bright blue and somehow lethal and the region of her mouth dangerous: a rose colored trap that John was tempted to fall into with impunity.
But he was disciplined if nothing else so instead of describing to Kass all the ways she was currently making herself a danger to every man in the room, he just toasted her slightly, drank to her continued ruthlessness and set his empty glass on the bar. They chatted for a while. About what things he couldn’t have been bothered to remember; none made even a passing impression on him because he and Kass had talked for long hours already since he’d met her. Nothing out of her mouth was ever passing and useless, but tonight he liked to imagine that even her words were not so… focused as they could have been on the content. John was detecting distraction, which was fair because he was fairly distracted.
“You’re going to hear this a lot tonight,” he said finally during a lull in the conversation and the music, “but you look… sort of dangerous, Kass.”