A protective hold around the mug sheโs cradling like a lifeline. Just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyesโ itโd only serve in fueling Bonnie further.
โIf I say yes?โ
โYou donโt know my friends.โ She laughs, one leg hooking over the other in those black shorts.
And the reaction from the other woman isnโt lost on her. In fact, itโs precisely the reason for discarding the shirt. A test of sorts.
โThey can be a littleโ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ.โ
โ i could have โ she answers as she watches the other take off her shirt. fucking hell โโ. emily certainly enjoys the view , eyes roaming without shame. โ but you must admit itโs lovelier when thereโs no interferences. โ
Reese stands for a moment, buttons of her shirt easily popped open, before the piece of clothing gets shrugged off of shoulders.
โAnd you couldnโt do that if I were alone?โ An eyebrow raise, lowering herself back into the seat again. The dark green bikini top now on display.
emily hums , lips quirking into a smirk. โ i wouldnโt think of it as sad . . . gives me the perfect opening to swoop in and ask for more of your time. โ crossing her legs , eyes flicker to the pool. โ hm no , iโm all alone. โ
At last, her veil provided by those dark sunglasses is removed. Eyes squinting briefly as they adjust, while the shades go perched atop her head.
"Sadly, no..." She makes a discreet head motion in the direction of the pool, a few college age adults acting rowdy within it. "You?"
โ iโll keep that in mind for next time , sweetheart. โ emily so easily flirts , leaning back against her own chair. she had noted the blush but decided to simply enjoy it in silence for the moment. โ are you here on your own ? โ
A reddish tint appears across her cheeks, an attempt made to conceal it by reclining further within that seat.
โIโm more of a whiskey or vodka kind of gal.โ Reese admits, followed by another taste.
โ youโve never had this ? โ she raises her glass toward reese , head tilting slightly. โ martinis seem like something everyone has tried at least once. but iโm glad you donโt completely hate my choice. โ then she winks , smile on her lips as she takes a sip.
|| Iโm still feeling unwell from who knows what. Until that changes, DMs are open if anyone wants to plot โ or even start something in DMs. Otherwise, Iโll just be lurking. ๐
Her jaw clenched at the sight of her potential blackmailer. Nerves shoved down momentarily to make room for something else.
"I didn't exactly have much of a choice."
Of course it is.
And there she turns up, card in hand while the other knocks timidly on that hotel room door. A scowl on her face, though her apprehension is given away by unsettled eyes.