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Post by annalise marie harrington on Mar 19, 2013 17:42:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | [atrb=width,240] Biting her bottom lip, she studied her reflection in the mirror. It was a cute and casual look, something simple for a simple night. Lennox had called her the night before and told her that someone had hired her to go out to a work baseball game, and since she was his favorite (in her mind at least), and she enjoy baseball, she accepted. Anna trusted Lennox to do the proper background checks on the men that hired her company, and she almost always had clients coming back to her and asking for her in the future. Yes, sometimes she had sex with the men, but they had to be attractive and normal. She was too vain to have sex with all the men she went out with; just because they paid for her company did not mean that she needed to sleep with the men. She was not a prostitute. Brushing her hair into a ponytail, she quickly stuck it through her baseball cap that was embezzled with a ‘BS’ for Boston Red Sox’s, brushed red lipstick across her pouty lips and grinned in her reflection. Anna was pleased at how well she looked for such a casual outing. Normally, she was hired for extravagant galas and parties, and it was a relief to be taken out to a simple gathering.
Straightening her Red Sox’s jersey, she deemed herself ready. Her apartment was not too far from Fenway Park, so instead of hailing a taxi, she opted to walk. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses, she grabbed her purse and began her walk. Lennox had made it seem as though this meeting was important, perhaps because this client had offered a lot for her services. It intrigued her. Perhaps he had an awkward shaped nose, or some other facial deformity, and wanted to brag her to all of his coworkers. She couldn’t help but wonder. Sometimes, Anna was paired with older gentlemen who wanted to act as though they had good looking younger women chasing after them, and the sometimes she had men that were simply too busy to have a relationship. However, she never pried. Instead, she made up her own stories in her mind. She pretended that some people were undercover princes and other were thieves, stealing riches for the poor like Robin Hood. It was silly and childish, but she couldn’t help it. It was amusing and brought a positive spin on some of the most boring evenings she encountered.
Handing her ticket to the guard, she entered the stadium and made her way to the hotdog stand. This was where Lennox said her suitor would be waiting for her. He also mentioned that he would find her, that he sent a picture to him of what she looked like. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too late. Removing her sunglasses and sticking them in her purse, she removed a few dollars and stood in line. Within minutes, she had two plastic cups of beer in her hand, one for her and one for her mystery man. Lennox had told her his name was Orion, and it had instantly made her think of the star constellation that resided in the sky. One of her late night pleasures in the park was staring at the sky at night and picking out star constellations. Her favorites were Orion and Gemini, but she was a fan of all the stars that were in the Harry Potter books.
Her brown eyes scanned the area, and soon more people were filling into the stadium. She sighed and continued look, taking in the appearance of strangers and hoping that one noticed her and recognized her. Not only moments after the thought had crossed her mind, she felt a large hand gently grasp her elbow. Anna turned and grinned at the handsome man. ”Orion, right?” | [atrb=width,140] words ,
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Post by ORION GRAISON DUCHANNES on Mar 19, 2013 22:44:38 GMT -5
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Combing the fine-toothed comb back through his black hair, Orion narrowed his ice blue eyes at his reflection in the mirror. Standing alone in the foyer, he sighed inwardly and reached up, running his fingers through his hair to tousle it. Screw the comb. He hated his hair combed back. It looked more like him to just toss it up and go. Forgoing any more preening, he shoved the sleeves of his long-sleeved sweater up around his elbows as he walked out of the house and into the bright sunlight. Although winter still lingered, it was warming up gradually, and his nervousness over this day elevated his body temperature.
He wasn't nervous about the date. It wasn't a real date anyway. He was nervous about everything going as planned, about the mission going as planned. The date was the farthest thing from his mind as he leapt into the car that had been provided for him. It was a modest vehicle, a Toyota, and while he would have preferred a Maserati, that type of vehicle wouldn't exactly suit his history teacher persona.
Orion had been a number of things during his career. He was still young, by industry standards, but he was versatile so the government got much use out of him. He was a James Bond-type, as the people who actually knew him saw him. But few people actually knew him. Rigby did, but Rigby was his partner of sorts. Then, there were things even Rigby didn't know, and things he didn't know about Rig. That was the nature of their job. They didn't get too close, and it protected them.
For now, he was a history teacher. He'd been a history buff from a young age, and growing up in Charleston certainly only made that love for the past blossom. It gave him something to occupy his mind away from his ever-ailing mother. Thinking about her now made him cringe silently to himself as he parked his car and climbed out. Shoving those thoughts to the side, he used them to strengthen him. HIs entire purpose here was ultimately for her. He was the product of her rape at the hands of men who had kidnapped her and sold her into prostitution, and he would put an end to it. He had some powerful men in Washington already on his trail, trying to shut him down for reasons he didn't even know, but he couldn't stop. He had to find the end to it. If this operation the Selwyns had concocted was somehow connected to the organization that had taken his mother all those years ago... he wouldn't stop until it was destroyed.
Admittedly, he may have become a bit obsessive. He tried not to, but he felt the overarching guilt that his mother's depression and eventual death were somehow his fault. So he used that guilt to propel him forward. Thankfully, he had good allies in the CIA who helped him set up this entire deal, helped him get a link to the inside so he could figure out what was really going on with the Selwyns. If he could somehow get this girl to talk, to tell him the truth about what was going on, then he would be one step closer.
As he glanced down at his watch - a military-grade trinket that he never left home without, even when his persona called for something more toned down - he shoved his hands back into his jeans pockets and wound his way through the crowd. His ice blue eyes cut through the people until he recognized the one he had come for.
She was an attractive girl, with large doe-like eyes and pouty, full lips that begged to be kissed until they swelled more than they naturally were. Cocking his head slightly, he smiled to himself as he arrived behind her, smelling the beer in her hands before she turned to face him. He gently touched her elbow to signify he was now behind her, as she turned away to accept the drinks, and he stepped back slightly as she turned to grin at him. Her grin was wide and broad and friendly, and he smiled politely in return, his blue eyes sparkling with a natural mirth.
"Indeed I am, ma'am," he replied in his easy southern accent, a smile tugging up the corner of his mouth and creasing his cheek in natural smile lines. "And you're Annalise, I presume?" Reaching out, he took the drinks from her, "A gentleman never lets the lady carry all of the weight." He grinned genuinely at her as he motioned for her to follow him into the stadium.
When they found their seats, he offered for her to sit first before he settled himself and passed her drink to her. Glancing over as he took a sip before setting down the beer, he settled himself more comfortably in the chair. "Do you like baseball? Cute hat," he pointed out, playfully flicking the bill of the baseball cap as he smiled at her. He had a reason for being here, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. Besides, if she didn't trust him, he would never go anywhere with his investigation. He needed her to trust him enough to tell him the truth.
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Post by annalise marie harrington on Mar 20, 2013 13:04:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | [atrb=width,240] Most people, or the men that she often interacted with, assumed that being an escort was something that she had wanted to be from the moment she could choose a living. This couldn’t be farther from the truth; it just happened to be a job that produced fast money, and a lot of it. If it had been up to her, she would have become a Victoria’s Secret Angel and fly throughout the world, her face plastered on billboards everywhere. No, instead she became an overly used face and then no one wanted to hire her. In fact, Lennox Sewlyn had saved her from living on the streets and having no money. He had offered her another job.
Yes, the mafia sometimes used her, but she had never been treated poorly. She knew of some girls that had been beaten and abused by some of the members of the Irish Mafia, but she had been treated right. Instead of arguing and making everything into a big deal, Anna had simply gone with the flow and accepted the things that Lennox and the others assigned her. This was perhaps the reason she was one of the top escorts of the group.
The mafia paid for her apartment, which were only minutes from the headquarters. They also constantly provided money for her shopping sprees and other necessities, mostly because she never kept the cash that she often made. Instead, on her way back to her apartment, she would drop the envelope of money off and pass it off to Lennox. She had freedom, to an extent, and that was all she needed. But there was always a part of Anna that wanted to be completely independent, but she also knew that was impossible because no one ever left the mafia alive.
Joining the mafia had never been her intention; Lennox had approached her. But it became a life, and Anna enjoyed living. She was quiet enough not to draw attention to her job, but also friendly enough to draw men in like flies on honey. Biting her bottom lip, Anna looked around the entrance and hoped that he would soon appear. She hated waiting for long and hated being alone with many strange men. It was something that had developed since moving into a big city, and she always tried to seem busy.
She turned and grinned at the handsome stranger. His blue eyes were the first thing she noticed about him, bright and deep like the ocean yet sparkling with a sprinkle of happiness. He had a strikingly handsome face, with prominently cheekbones and a grin that seemed to never disappear. This must be the handsome Orion, and Anna realized she had no problem spending he entire day (and possibly night) with him. Already she was taken by him.
“Anna, please.” She said, biting her bottom lip. He gently took the cups from her hand and she felt her face turn a light pink, surprised by the manners. It seemed that most men forgot their manners when taking women out. “Aren’t you a gentleman?” she teased, but followed behind him anyways.
Once they found their seats, Orion had been kind enough to let her in. Anna, the natural flirt she was, pressed her body against his, almost as though she was accidentally squeezing into him. But she gracefully sat on the chair and turned to him. “Die hard Red Sox’s fan over here. It’s my father’s favorite team, and it was pretty much required to bleed red in our house. How about you?” A giggle escaped her lip as he flicked her ball cap.
“I want to apologize in advance because I curse like a sailor when the game doesn’t go my way. That’s also another trait I picked up from my father; I look like a princess but I curse like a sailor.” Anna laughed before taking a sip of the foaming beer. “Have you come to Fenway before or are you new to the city?”
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Post by ORION GRAISON DUCHANNES on Mar 22, 2013 12:42:43 GMT -5
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As always, Orion was oblivious to his good looks. His siblings were, obviously, immune to him, and he'd always been consumed by a desire for knowledge that overpowered his awareness that women found him attractive. He looked nothing like his mother other than his dark hair. But even that trait was dissimilar to her. Her hair had been a chocolate brown, like his sister's, and his hair was a raven black, so black it almost looked blue in certain light. But it was his eyes that set him apart. His mother, his adoptive father, and both of his siblings had hazel eyes of differing shades. His sister's eyes were a remarkable greenish-hazel with a blue ring around the outside, while his brother had darker eyes that were almost brown. Orion, on the other hand, had pale blue eyes like ice at the North Pole. They weren't mean eyes, but they held his intelligence and his passion. Even so, his eyes hid much: such as his true identity.
He was an expert at hiding who he really was. It was his job, and he covered it nicely. His 'job' was a history teacher, and history was a passion of his. Not knowing his own history, he desired to soak up the details of others', so he took naturally to being a history professor. He was naturally kind and a bit sassy, so students took well to him, and he was free to do his real job in his off time. Like right now.
"Anna it is then," he remarked with an easy smile, leading the way to their seats. "Thank you," he responded as she called him a gentleman. He prided himself on his Southern gentility. It was a trait that had gotten him much over the years, and it was genuine even if he used it to his advantage a lot of the time.
When they reached their seats, he stepped aside to let her pass, and she brushed against him. Looking innocent up at him with her big eyes, he smiled slightly, knowing exactly what she was doing. The the briefest of moments he wondered if his mother had ever been forced to act in such a way when she'd been captured, but he shoved the thought aside as quickly as it came. His mother was a prisoner, forced to do things he believed she never would have done. Anna was not. This was her job, and he had to know why. Or perhaps she was as much of a prisoner, if in another way. Perhaps she hadn't chosen this at all, and she was being forced into something she didn't want. If that was the case, that was precisely why he was here. He had to get to the bottom of it.
He didn't shy away from her as her lithe body slipped past him, and he didn't comment on it. Instead, he settled himself in his seat as she slid into hers and turned to him. "Ah, I like baseball alright, although basketball was a bigger tradition in my family," he pointed out with a smile. The best lies were made of truth, and he wasn't lying. His father and his brother both loved basketball, and even his sister showed herself during March Madness. "I did play baseball in high school though, I'll admit," he commented with a broad smile that wrinkled the laugh lines around his blue eyes. He was still muscular like he'd been in high school, even all of these years later, but his musculature had changed. He wasn't as stocky as he once had been, and his muscles were lean and designed for running and climbing. Brute strength wasn't quite as important in his line of work as it often was in sports. Even in high school, he'd been a runner more than a hard hitter. Now, the government merely added on to his natural abilities.
Raising his eyebrows, he chuckled as she admitted she cussed like a sailor and commented on her father. "Your father looks like a princess? How fascinating," he replied teasingly.
Settling in his chair, he thought of how he could turn this meeting to his benefit. He needed to get to the point, but he couldn't be so linear that he ostracized her from trusting him. Glancing over at her as she questioned him, he leaned back and crossed one foot over the top of his knee as he ran his fingers down the length of the plastic cup holding his beer. "I've been to Fenway before, but yes, I am new to the city. I've been to Boston a few times on business before I moved here. I used to help with my father's import/export company before I became a history teacher."
He shrugged his shoulders slightly and smiled genially at her before sipping from his drink. Running his tongue over his upper lip, he licked the foam from his mouth. "How about you? Do they grow beautiful women here, or am I the lucky exception who got to meet one of the prettiest women in town?" They both knew this was set up although they hadn't mentioned it. He guessed, in her line of work, it was taboo to directly mention the escort service. It was the 'girlfriend experience', he supposed. He didn't care much about that because he ultimately had no need for an escort - he was content with his own company when it came right down to it - but he knew it was an obstacle he would have to work around if he was going to get information out of her. His natural Southern charm would be a powerful tool in this encounter, he imagined.
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Post by annalise marie harrington on Mar 23, 2013 13:00:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | [atrb=width,240] Anna had never thought she was pretty. It wasn’t until she entered her first year of high school that people truly began to worship her looks and allow her to believe that she was beautiful. Her father had never been the touchy feely type and often opted to grunt when she asked a question. Instead, she had believed she was average until a scouting agent had seen her wandering the mall with one of her friends. Modeling had been her life through high school and into the time she moved into the city. It had been everything she lived for; more often than not, she would skip school to go to photo shoots. Her father had made sure she at least graduated high school, but Anna had opted to skip college and pursue her dream. Had she known at the time that becoming a successful model was difficult and she would soon be tossed aside like nothing, then perhaps she would have thought about her plan again.
One of the perks about the job was that no one cared who you once were. Hell, no one even knew her last name. To everyone she met, especially through the mafia, she was called by her first name only. She was only paid in cash and people never asked questions. She knew that others had it harder in life and probably had a horrible back story, but she was just a girl whose dreams hadn’t come true.
She followed him to their seats and bit her bottom lip. Lennox didn’t have to know the naughty thoughts that were drifting through her mind about the handsome stranger. He would disapprove. Actually, he disapproved of a lot of her thoughts, but Anna didn’t care. If he fired her, she could go to the police. And she knew that he wasn’t one to used violence as an answer; that was Connor.
Anna had never been a sporty girl, but baseball and basketball had been the two sports her father adored. She knew the basics, and probably a little more than most women knew, but that was it. Plus, she had never participated in sports. For most of her life, she danced and hung out with her friends. ”I’m a Miami Heat fan. I’ve been to a couple of their games,” and being a Heat fan was bad in Boston. People liked the Celtics, but she had always been a Florida girl. Some things just would never change. A grin passed over her lips. ”I feel like you were that popular jock that charmed everyone. We’ve only just met, but I can tell you’re a total softie,” she teased, giving him a wink. Anna had always had a soft spot for athletes. She hadn’t dated much since moving to Boston, mostly because she knew men wouldn’t like dating an escort, and mostly because she was too independent to depend on an individual for happiness and other things. She liked being dependent on only herself.
”I was more of a dancer in high school. I did gymnastics a little bit when I was younger, but ballet had always been something I loved. There’s no good places to dance around here, which totally sucks.” Anna had searched for gyms around her apartment, just so she could dance, but there had been none. She wasn’t fat, but her muscles had slowly started to disappear. Instead, she tried running but she very rarely had the motivation to get up early and exercise.
She laughed as she realized her wording had gotten mixed up. ”He is a very pretty man!” she responded, before busting into more giggles for a few more moments.
Taking another sip of beer from her cup, she listened intently. ”You’re a history teacher? I can’t say I like history that much. I was always a science girl myself. Although I was always intrigued by the 1920’s. I feel like I could have been an awesome flapper girl.” she mentioned before grinning. But her cheeks flushed when she heard his next comment and was caught off guard. Normally, she expected when men flirted with her, but she was suddenly flushed.
Biting her bottom lip, she turned and looked at him. ”Boston girls have nothing on Florida girls. I grew up in Florida and moved to Boston a couple of years ago to be a model. But fresh faces never stay fresh for long, and soon I was just another girl. I have a couple of jobs to help me though,” well, only one. But she didn’t want to go into a ton of details. Not many people knew who controlled the escort business, and Anna was not willingly going to sacrifice that information. ”But there’s much more life in Boston than in Florida. I don’t regret the move.”
A crack of ball against bat echoed through the field and Anna hopped up, screaming along with the rest of the crowd. The first home run of the season was right in front of her and she was squealing like a little girl.
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Post by ORION GRAISON DUCHANNES on Mar 24, 2013 22:10:34 GMT -5
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"Ahhhh no," he drawled, rolling his eyes and fixing her with a playfully disdainful look. "You like the NBA? Darlin, we have got to get you to a college basketball game some time," he pointed out, smiling even as he narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't mind the NBA because he loved basketball in general, but he enjoyed the energy the college players had. There was something visceral and raw to it; men playing a sport because they enjoyed not because they were paid to do so.
Shrugging his shoulders, he took a sip from his beer before cutting his eyes over at her. "I'm a softie, hmm?" He smirked and sipped once more. "I wouldn't say that." He chuckled as he placed the cup back in its holder. He had no intention of getting drunk today. That, most certainly, would not be happening. So he abandoned the drink as the players began making their way onto the field for the first inning.
"There are plenty of places to go dancing around here," he pointed out, a twinkle lighting his ice blue eyes. "You just have to have the right partner. We could go sometime if you'd like." He was flirting with her, that was his natural nature, but he didn't care. She seemed like the type of girl who would appreciate him being relaxed and a bit flirtatious than stuffy and closed off. He needed her trust.
"Maybe you just didn't have the right teacher," he commented with a half-smirk as he peered at her out of the corners of his eyes. Chuckling at her comment about being a flapper girl, he nodded slightly and settled back in to his seat. "Flapper girls were wild and crazy by the Twenties' standards. Do you consider yourself the wild type?" He winked at her and smiled to himself as he glanced back at the baseball field. He'd always been comfortable talking to women. His older sister was one of his closest companions, growing up and now, and he'd spent hours sitting with his mother talking to her even though she never talked back. She never even looked at him, and while that hurt him, he knew why. He understood she couldn't look at him without remembering, so she chose not to look at all. She shut herself off from the rest of her family and ended up dying alone inside her head. It was devastating to Orion since, not only was she his mother, but he hated nonsensical death. That was why his vow to solve the mystery of her kidnapping.
"Ah, so you brought the pretty with you," he consented with a small smile, her response bringing him out of his sinking thoughts. Her mention of her job would have made him uncomfortable if he wasn't familiar with that sort of thing already. Since he was supposed to be a history teacher, he managed a meek smile and dropped his eyes for a moment. He was prepared in case she questioned why a history teacher would need an escort, but so far, she'd kept her questions to herself. Now, he was at a loss for how he could possibly draw the answeres he needed out of her. If Lennox Selwyn was connected to the trade his mother had been pulled in to, he needed to figure out how the Irish mafia was connected to the government. This all, eventually, led back there, and he had to figure it out and stop it.
As the bat cracked on the ball and the crowd rose, Orion was left sitting dumbly in his seat, having been lost in his thoughts so he didn't reacted instantly like everyone else. Rising smoothly to his feet, he clapped his hands as the crowd gradually began to settle down. Deftly, he reached around her waist, his fingertips brushing her hip as he leaned toward her. His voice could be heard by no one around them thanks to the cacophony surrounding their seats, and he smiled slightly as he spoke to her. "Excuse me, I have a phone call to make. I'll be right back," he noted, his fingers digging ever so subtly in to her hip so she wouldn't even notice unless she was attuned to the subtleties of physical communication. Nodding his head slightly at her, he excused himself and headed for the hallway where he'd be in relative seclusion. He wasn't exactly in the mood for reporting back, but he knew he would be required to soon enough. His superiors knew he'd gotten wind of the sex trafficking, and someone - someone very high up - wanted to shut him up. Thankfully, no one had concrete evidence thanks to the fact that his father was the other person he'd ever directly confronted about it. His father was also a powerful man who could use his clout to protect his son. Orion wished Graison would use that power to aid him, but instead, he cautioned his adopted son to keep quiet. There was certainly something fishy going on, and he became lost in his thoughts as he slowly made his way away from the seats.
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Post by annalise marie harrington on Mar 25, 2013 14:15:35 GMT -5
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Her eyes widened for a moment before she blinked and smiled at the promise. It probably would never happen, because men often promised women beautiful adventures that never happened. ”I’d like that. There aren’t many men that are willing to be a dancing partner” she teased, and bit her bottom lip. It was a habit when she was nervous or taken back, and she was both. Most men just asked her about little things, like how much it was an hour or whether she liked vodka or beer. No, he was nice enough to make other conversations.
”Too bad you weren’t my teacher. Although, I may have been too distracted if you were my teacher.” Anna said before winking at him and nudging his shoulder in a flirtatious manner. ”I’d like to think I’m the wild type that has fun, but doesn’t get arrested by the police. I wouldn’t even know who to call if I was arrested” she joked but it was the truth. Lennox would kill her if he ever found out that she had been arrested (not that she had ever been, this was purely hypothetical). It was in the contract that she signed months after meeting with Lennox. There were things she was expected to do and things she was expected not to do. He had made that abundantly clear. When she had decided on her job, she hadn’t realized all the rules that came along with it. ”But hey, I know how to have fun at least.” Had she been back in Florida, like her father often pleaded her to go, she would be a waitress with no money. At least here, with all the rules, she had money and could be successful enough to be independent. She couldn’t imagine going back to the small life she had once possessed.
”It must have come before you brought the handsome with you,” she teased, with a small smile. But she bit her lip once she saw how uncomfortable he had gotten by the mention of her jobs and she immediately dropped the topic. There were questions blooming at her lips, begging to be answered by him. But it didn’t seem right. She had never been the one to pry in other’s lives and instead bit her lip. No, he would not be the exception. He was a job she needed to perform her best at, and that was all Orion was to her. He was, and could not be, anything else.
Orion whispered something about a phone call in her ear, and she nodded in response. But she watched him leave quickly, almost as though he had years of practice on how to move without anyone wondering where he was going. It seemed as though he knew how to disappear. She shook the thoughts from her mind and focused her mind on the game in front of her. But it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable without a companion and she sighed. ”Hey girlie, you could always sit with us if your boy doesn’t come back” a voice echoed and she glared at an overweight creep before standing. ”Fuck off, fatty.” she barked before moving her way through the aisle and towards the entrance that Orion had exited moments before.
His voice was low, but it sounded as though he was talking about something urgent. But this was her time. She saw no one in the hallway, and he was standing there, quietly and quickly talking on the phone. So when he hung up the phone, she sauntered her way over and quickly fixed her cleavage so that it seemed more prominent. When he turned, she leaned against the wall, smiling. ”You aren’t allowed to leave me with fat creeps that try to pick me up, you know,” Anna teased. She stood up straight and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with each step. ”But now that you’re done with your phone call…” he voice trailed off as she pushed him against the wall. ”We could always have some alone time. It’s not like you haven’t felt it.” she whispered, her lips close to his but refusing to make the first move. That way, if word got back to Lennox, she could answer honestly that he kissed her fault. She was a little twisted, but she couldn’t deny the attraction that had been buzzing between them. Besides, it wasn’t like she slept with every guy she went out with; in fact, she hadn’t had any sort of physical contact in over five months after Lennox heard about her encounter with another man. And Orion just happened to be one of the hottest guys she had ever seen.
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