Wanda groaned, actually groaned, as he walked away and the only way to save face now was to fall back into the chair instead of following him like an infatuated puppy (he probably expected that, and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction). She turned her head to watch him swagger off to the kitchen, probably quite pleased with himself. Well, a little game like this was nothing new to her and it was a delightful diversion.
After a few calculated moments she followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the door frame to remark, "If I had any doubts before, now I'm sure you're a demon. That was just so cruel." Wanda finished her admonishment with a little pout as she sidled to the counter where he'd laid out a phone book. This was swept carelessly to the floor and she didn't even glance at it as she hauled herself up to sit on the counter before him, mouth still in a petulant curve even while her eyes sparked mischievously.
"Unfair," she continued and grasped the lapels of his shirt to pull him to her. "Mean," she breathed against his lips and then slid to her feet to crush her body between his and the counter. She caught his lips in a long kiss, ending it by raking her teeth over his bottom lip. One of her hands trailed slowly from his neck to his navel and Wanda lowered herself down with it- to pick up the fallen phonebook and rise again quickly, veering away from him. She suppressed a laugh as she ambled back into the living room.
"Mexican sounds fine," she called back to him in an arch voice, a grin on her face as she sat on the couch and flipped open the book in her lap.