She took the cigarette from his lips and took a drag herself, exhaled the smoke and smirked at Jeff. “Don’t mind of I do.” Morgan put the cigarette between her lips and poured herself a glass of wine, then sat opposite of him. She exhaled again, holding the cigarette between her fingers. “So….it’s been awhile. How have you been.”
It may have been small talk, but it had indeed been awhile. Morgan had certainly gone through some life changing events. She hadn’t exactly kept tabs on Jeff. She cocked her head to the side a little, looking at him quizzically. Maybe last time they had intertwined, she wasn’t ready to know him. Now, however, she was ready for this friendship or whatever it was.
Jeff used one of his many credit cards to cut the coke into lines and looked at Morgan. “I’ve been well, I’ve been my usual self, a reclusive nut who likes to cause problems to the small minded masses that infest that dive.” Jeff got onto his knees and rolled up a twenty dollar bill. “I’m more interested in what you’ve been doing, that sparkle has gotten ever brighter, we haven’t been ruining lives, have we?” Love in Blindness came on Jeff’s Ipod and he immediately smiled, above all things, that was so very much their song. He snorted a line of cocaine and handed the rolled up bill to Morgan. “Would you care for a line?”
Spending the night? My my, we do move forward quickly.
You could entice me by asking.
If we get quickly out the way now, we can take our time with something else.
Very well. My dear lady, would you be interested in spending the night in my penthouse, with me, without our clothes, drenched in wine while we do things that civilized societies pretend we don’t do?
Jeff, once again, was intending to sleep with some pretty young thing. This time a girl he hadn’t actually gotten the name of. But that was who he was, and he was more interested in fucking than making friends. He drank wine, and listened to music, musing over the tattooed girl he was ready to actually seduce her and show her the better side of fucking hard.
He was like that - no real respect.
Well, good to know my charms still work.
Perfect is a bit of a long shot. After all, my skin isn’t flawless.
When the handsome gentleman offers you a compliment, be a dear and take it.
Or else how am I supposed to entice you into spending the night with me?
A doorman opened the lobby door for her but Morgan didn’t even look at him. She walked straight to the elevator, her heels clicking against the hard floor. It had been awhile, but she didn’t feel nervous. If anything, she felt excited. For once in years she felt like she was fully in charge of her life, and now she was choosing this, to let loose with Jeffery Saltman. Before she knew it, the elevator dinged, telling her she had reached his penthouse. She took a deep breath of air, knowing she would be breathing something else in soon. Morgan could hear faint music and followed it until she found him smoking a cigarette. “You wouldn’t happen to have any more of those, would you?”
Jeff let his head flop back and exhaled a plume of spoke and pointed to the coffee table where his glass sat, a long with another, empty glass and the bottle wine - and of course all that cocaine. He took another drag and glanced at her. Beautiful as always, the bitch. “Help yourself.” And she was embracing that side of her nature in a way that he found completely appealing in a very real, very animal way.