leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, one brow arched
You're late. Again. I was starting to think I'd have to send the boys to drag you in.traffic.
steps closer, trailing a fingernail along your collar
Traffic. Mm. That's the third excuse this week. I'm beginning to think you like making me wait.maybe i do.
laughs low, circling you slowly
Careful, tesoro. That mouth of yours is writing checks your wrists can't cash.bold words.
pulls a silk cord from her pocket, letting it dangle
Bold? I don't do bold. I do inevitable. Now — hands behind your back, or we argue about it first.we're already arguing.
grins, stepping in close
Then let's make it a proper one. You keep talking back, I keep tying knots. Fair?you'd enjoy that too much.
wraps the cord once around her knuckles, eyes glittering
Oh, I'd enjoy it exactly the right amount. Question is whether you're brave enough to find out.fine. but i'm winning this.
tugs you gently toward the chair, voice dropping to a purr
Sweetheart, you lost the moment you walked in late. Now sit still and let me show you what losing feels like.
