"Sometimes," Angelina said, purposely emphasizing the word. "People have to earn their sexual conquests. So tell me, Adrian Pucey, what have you done to earn my back against that tree?" Angelina's voice held an obvious tone of amusement, and if that wasn't enough she was smirking uncontrollably. Yes, he had put on a good show the other day. However, since then? Not much. Unless pissing off her friends counted as doing something. Against having sex with her, perhaps, but it definitely would not could towards her affections. Without the lack of inhibitions, Angelina wasn't quite ready to jump back into sex with Adrian. Not yet, at least. She required some sort of trust before that happened again. Or a swear of secrecy, because she didn't want to deal with Oliver more than once.
"The only person I wish you'd back off of is Oliver. I couldn't care less who you please, I merely care who you repeatedly anger. As for Alicia and Katie - well, they could hardly care less who I sleep with. After all, I am a single woman, after many years of being tied down." Angelina tiled her head, and looked up at Adrian with a grin. Though she was tall for a woman, she was still shorter than many people.
Reaching back up to the lock of hair, Angelina gave it a playful tug. "And if I pull it when I'm not screaming your name?" Ange knew perfectly well what sort of game, battle even, she was getting into. Problem was, she was enjoying it far too much to back away. It had been a long time since Angelina had engaged in banter based purely on sexual tension. As much as she wanted to know Adrian, she wanted to play with him. To revel in being single, to make use of her old age as he so fondly liked to remind her.