[That had in no way been a reasonable exit in Jeff's eyes. Any exit that still involved Raina grinding up against him was never going to be a reasonable exit. It should be considered virtually impossible for him to even think about leaving when half hard and tempted by the promises of more of this, even if there would be the inclusion of one other individual in the room.
But this wasn't just a matter of lust. His pride was at stake the moment Raina had played to it, calling him out for his witty banter and total lack of follow up. This was follow up. This was proof that he was a man of action, one that didn't just flirt and never saw it to the end. He was an alpha male who got what he wanted! Except the part where she is totally in control here... but still. Alpha male!
The moment that wine glass touches his lips, he brings his hand to clasp around it once more and down that very fine, very pricy wine in a few swift gulps. It almost seems a waste, but it's going towards a good cause. A bit more wine would definitely help. A lot more wine would, in fact.]
Ugh. Fuck it.
[Raina's made it hard to think, likely on purpose, especially when there's all that blood rushing away from his brain and to far more important body parts. Life is tough for a guy who thinks with his dick.
His gaze drifts between Chilton and Raina like he's weighing up some limited options, but his attention eventually settles on the empty wine glass back in his possession.]
Fine. Whatever. Just... no crossing swords and no touching tips. And Fred? [The glass is offered out towards him.] More wine.
[Because Winger is far too busy with leaning in for another one of those kisses Raina had so kindly offered earlier.]
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But this wasn't just a matter of lust. His pride was at stake the moment Raina had played to it, calling him out for his witty banter and total lack of follow up. This was follow up. This was proof that he was a man of action, one that didn't just flirt and never saw it to the end. He was an alpha male who got what he wanted! Except the part where she is totally in control here... but still. Alpha male!
The moment that wine glass touches his lips, he brings his hand to clasp around it once more and down that very fine, very pricy wine in a few swift gulps. It almost seems a waste, but it's going towards a good cause. A bit more wine would definitely help. A lot more wine would, in fact.]
Ugh. Fuck it.
[Raina's made it hard to think, likely on purpose, especially when there's all that blood rushing away from his brain and to far more important body parts. Life is tough for a guy who thinks with his dick.
His gaze drifts between Chilton and Raina like he's weighing up some limited options, but his attention eventually settles on the empty wine glass back in his possession.]
Fine. Whatever. Just... no crossing swords and no touching tips. And Fred? [The glass is offered out towards him.] More wine.
[Because Winger is far too busy with leaning in for another one of those kisses Raina had so kindly offered earlier.]