"I have a lot of dangerous parts, Lana. You're just about to find out which one is your favorite."
I reached out and caught the lapel of her emerald wrap, pulling her firmly toward me. I didn't wait for her to lead the way anymore. I was the one setting the pace now. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Is the bedroom this way, or do you want to give Michael a front-row seat right here on the sofa?"
She pulled away, not easily swayed by my charm. The "Queen" wasn't ready to surrender her crown just yet; she still had moves to play.
"I brought drinks, let's drink first," she said, her voice regaining its professional edge as she poured the vintage champagne with steady hands.
"No hurry, huh?" I said, leaning back and watching her every move.
