Her effort was valiant and Wanda could console herself with the fact that, surely, others of lesser resolve probably couldn't resist him for quite as long as she did. She bit back sighs and groans, kept her voice steady and tried not to squirm at his kisses and caresses. As it was, she only got as far as four rings, "Hello" and "I'd like to place an order for deliv-" before she had to hang up the phone, her statement ending abruptly in a moan. With a small smile playing on her lips she closed her eyes for a moment and contemplated forfeiting the win this time. Daimon was clearly very good at the game.
Still, it wouldn't do to lose so easily and not when she'd had such a nice lead. With a momentous mental effort Wanda forced herself out of the reach of his roving fingers and rose from the couch. Rounding on him, she put her hands on her hips and assumed a feigned air of offended modesty.
"If you can't behave, we'll just have to go out for dinner," she threatened though a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "And then you'll have to keep your hands to yourself."