Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & Reece E
The boots were entirely questionable.
But she was willing to humor him. You know, for the sake of the deal.
She rolled right over his argument about being focused, like a train on tracks and not even a bump on the rails. And she didn't watch him stand to that full, rather impressive height. Why would she? After all, Bruce was tall, and it wasn't like she hadn't been around broad shoulders before. She could focus just fine, and his broad shoulders? Just made it more believable that someone like her would date someone like him. Falsely. False dating.
He was a little too pleased, a little too unruffled by the fact that he'd basically walked himself right into the palm of her paw. But he was buzzed, and the whiskey was good, and she'd look good on his arm. All in all, this wasn't a bad business for him. Alright, so being conned might tweak the pride, but that would only smart for a little while. He'd be better off for it all in the end.
Sweetheart, and she rolled her eyes and shoved at his chest with one hand, long wrist and graceful fingers. "Don't be ridiculous. We only kiss if we need to." She looked around, very deliberate. "There's no one here." Close, close she came close, words against his cheek, and anyone watching would surmise intimacy that didn't exist. "We don't need to."
And then she backed away. "Goodnight, handsome. Don't lose a shoe on the way home."