Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & Reece E
You couldn't run around in slinky black without some confidence. Sure, some of Cat's brand of bravado was fabricated, born of necessity and part of a persona that shone so bright. It was hard to tell what was real, and she expected him to think this was. Oh, he wasn't going to like her, not after this; she knew that. But it was an acceptable price to pay for success, and she'd tell Sasha what was going on, ensure that friendship could bloom if, you know, it was inclined to. Which, right. "My sister. Would you call her a friend?" She didn't even bother going for casual. It was something she needed to know; it was important. She and Sasha hadn't grown up together, because the age gap was too wide, but Cat loved her sister, and she'd be more careful with the pie lover if Sasha wanted her to be.
He blushed, and she chuckled. But, unintentionally, there was something warm in her smile, fond. It was something that indicated this woman might be more than sex and manipulation.
"Fine." It was an echo, slow and deliberate, entertained, and he was like a little boy and trying not to look at her. Moss dropped to watch as the shot glass rolled around his palm, and she walked away from him, from the bar, across the space and to the pool table. Sway of hips, slow and feline, and she racked, leaning long and lean against felt as she considered his question. "You pretend to like me. I pretend to like you. We talk on the forums, where people can see. You don't tell the charmer with the lakeside mansion that this is a ruse. And eventually? I'll come bring you something at work, something you left behind. I come to holiday company parties. That kind of thing." She smiled up at him, and she reached for the pool stick. "Any questions?"