I watched him in the reflection watching me, fully aware that he knew I knew he was trying to be respectful while also taking in the vision of a beautiful woman. Me. I am that beautiful woman. I am. We both are. A beat passed when Mr. Casey spoke up again, "What's your name, sweetheart?" "Pamela," I cooed. He chuckled and settled into a nearby chair, "Poison Ivy? You nerd." I sauntered and turned away from the mirror to walk up to him, "I'm the nerd?" I let my voice rasp and grow a shade deeper while I continued slowly closing the distance between us, "Mr. Casey, you're the one who got it without any explanation." I stopped in front of him, gazing down at him, then took it a step further into my character for the night and spread his legs apart with my knee, flawlessly executing a move I had seen a stripper once do in a movie, and sat on his lap-my arms rested around his shoulders, fingers softly caressing the back of his head. Instinctively, his arm wrapped around my waist while he gazed upon me with amusement beaming from his aura, "Take it easy, Sloane, we are professionals here." I smirked, "You're right," I leaned into him, pressing my body against his and letting my lips graze his ear while I whispered, "but do you know what I am a professional at?" His head turned slightly, closing in on my face, to keep the distance at an even smaller fraction, "And what is it you are a professional at?" his voice as quiet as mine. "Tonight, I am."
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