Tessa Lynn "Smiling Rabbit" Zale (makes_you_horny) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-07-18 14:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | christian turner, player: lindsay, player: sabrina, tessa zale |
Who: Tessa Zale and Christian Turner
What: Cheering him up
Where: Private room at the lounge in his Casino
When: Backdated to Tuesday Night
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Closed || Incompletel
If Tessa were to be completely honest, she had no idea what she'd gotten herself into or why she'd suggested meeting up with her boss. She wasn't the type to sleep around or even suggest that sort of lifestyle, however, something had gotten into her and before she knew it, plans were made. Ever since Drew had popped back into her life, she'd been confused. While he'd hurt her deeply, a part of her, a part she refused to acknowledge, still cared about him deeply.
Having worked in the lounge for a few years now, Tessa knew which of the private rooms was nicest and had designated it for this evening. Stocked with a large bottle of champagne, low lighting, and a large black leather sofa, she went to the bathroom to touch up her make up. Having spent hours in front of her closet that afternoon, she hadn't been sure what to wear. On one hand, she wanted to flirt and be carefree... even if it was with her boss. Tessa wanted to be pretty, sexy even... but she wasn't sure she could actually go through with anything if came to that point.
On the other hand, she wanted to make sure Mr. Turner knew she wasn't the kind of girl to sleep around, let alone with her boss. Tessa was so mixed up, she probably should have cancelled the get together. Deciding on a black dress, it was sexy, yet gave the impression that nothing more would really happen. At least, she hoped that was the impression it gave off. With a pair of high, silver, strappy stilettos and diamond stud earings, she was ready.
Sitting down on the couch with her legs crossed neatly beneath her, she waited as patiently as her heart would let her. It was currently beating a mile a minute with anticipation and nerves. Playing with a strand of her blonde hair, she pursed her lips together and ran them over each other. If only Mr. Turner would show up soon. Perhaps she'd be a little less uneasy if he was actually here talking with her.