Oh, how adorable. She thought she could be the assistant manager to the Laurent Penthouse of Delights and Electromagnetic Activities. She certainly had the charisma for it, the drive, the ability to keep up. The nice skin. The experience. But did she have the steel spine and will he recalled so fondly, yet faintly, having been away from her so long?
The smile that spread its wings and soared all across his face, practically from ear to ear, and landed him stepping closer to her so that he might stare down at her, was sweet and sour. The dashes were legendary peppers from deep jungles of Brazil. They were not for the faint of heart, or sensitive.
"You're right, it is mutually beneficial, you sweet pickled pig's foot. I never pretended anything otherwise. You just need to relax and let me take the lead. Stop fighting my magnetic charms and overwhelming appeal. Just go along with what I say. How is it NOT what you want to go and buy what YOU want, specifically? Like, isn't that what every girl dreams about? Isn't it?"
He leaned in closer, crinkling his Han Solo brow at her. "Princess?"