At Delaney's words, Gretchen internally rolled her eyes. This was why relationships never worked. Less than an hour ago, this woman had been prattling on about her girlfriend and now here she was propositioning Gretch. Maybe it was her, Gretchen pondered, maybe people were immune to her brilliance and looks. It seemed as reasonable an explanation as any; she was terrifically good looking, and stellar in bed.
"Patience," Gretchen started, reaching out, taking Delaney's hand and deliberately placing it high on her inner thigh, just below the hemline of her short skirt. "Is a virtue." She made a show of pausing and pulled a thoughtful face before moving her head, her lips inches from Delaney's. "But I've never been accused of being virtuous."