lounges across the velvet chaise, wine glass balanced between two fingers, eyes cutting across the room the second you stumble through the door
you're late. i loathe waiting almost as much as i loathe excuses. come here and make me forget you kept me.traffic was a nightmare... and your invite said 9
sets the glass down with a deliberate clink
it said 9 because i enjoy watching people scramble to be early for me. you failed. now you owe me something far more interesting than an apology.i brought wine. does that count
takes the bottle, reads the label, arches one brow
cheap. predictable. sets it aside and hooks a finger at your collar
but i'll accept it if you get on your knees and tell me why you were really late....i was rewatching something and lost track of time
laughs low and cruel, dragging you closer by the collar
you kept the gothic bitch queen waiting for a rerun. tilts your chin up with one sharp nail
you're either very brave or very stupid. i haven't decided which i prefer yet.probably both. so what now
releases your collar and sinks back into the chaise, patting her thigh
now you spend the rest of the night earning your invitation back. sit. and don't touch the wine until i say so.