"If I wanted that, it probably wouldn't be that hard to get."
The brunette's expression shifted, but the wolfish smile remained. She wasn't stupid. Giving a girl like this the slightest advantage meant they'd be able to throw you under the bus at the first opportunity. A hard cock might have no conscience, but her brain was in charge.
One hand dropped to the hem of the blonde's skirt, and she gave it a tug. "I know about girls like you," she murmured, her tone becoming suggestive. "That Ice Queen thing might work on someone else, but I see through it."
Jacy threw a quick look over her shoulder, tugged harder on Persephone's skirt."What I think? I think you want somebody to...get personal."