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[Lovely]

December 19, 2008
11:45am
Veinna Estate - Jaime's office

He watched the video feed, curious enough to be both enthralled and disgusted. The hacked monitoring was grainy but enough to know it was her and someone he thought very little of at the moment, hoping to think of him even less if he could decide whether to intervene or let the scene play, as long as she behaved properly, or his kitten would have to be 'nipped' hard for being bad.

She was bored, craving attention and the new guy was feeding her ego nicely enough. She'd flirted before.. nothing wrong with it right? Of course that was before a certain person had claimed her in so many ways. But at the moment he was not around and she missed the thrill of dangling an attentive and nearly drooling admirer off her fingertips. Jaime laughed softly at his comment, hardly hearing what he'd said and leaning in closer, her hand on his shoulder until the giggle passed. The simple wiles of the young shapely blonde were more than enough to keep the young exec on the edge and trying for more.

The pen he'd been drumming the desk with was drawn further into his grip, not realizing it until it snapped apart in his fist. He looked away from his screen only to pull a clear plastic shard from his skin. He didn't mind at all the hole left by it, finding it soothing at the moment in fact. The giggle, though distorted in the tiny microphone he'd fitted above the door, caused him far more pain of embarrassment on her behalf, demeaning herself for the unworthy shell of flesh she toyed with. She couldn't possibly be as appreciated as she deserved if the executive was only looking skin and cleavage-deep, much like staring into the unseeming maw of a barracuda before getting one's head ripped off. Tripp was hoping to see such a display shortly.

She laughed again, a more genuine sound though this time it was simply because he asked her to have lunch with him. Her head shook a firm no in reply, though she still smiled at him, starting to move around her desk to sit down again. He asked again, more telling her this time and reaching to catch her wrist in his grip to stop her from getting too far. One fine eyebrow was arched at him as her gaze shifted to where he touched her. It was a simple and silent command for him to let go.

Now it was getting interesting. Tripp smiled a similar cold smile of his own, wanting to rip off the balls the man had for even trying to attain the attention of someone so far out of his league. If he was lucky, he wouldn't have get his hands dirty. He chuckled, looking down at the well of red in his palm after he'd already run it over the sleeve of his shirt, painting a ragged red streak over the pale blue fabric. It wouldn't be the first time he'd have to remove such a stain, but at the moment he was tempted to add to it and join in his kitten's fun. He didn't move from the desk yet and he was still too far away to simply stop in without it being apparent he was observing.

The way he smiled at her, it was apparent her direct no was not going to deter him or make him give up his quest though he did release her arm after another long moment. Just a few seconds longer and she would have clawed the skin from his cheek, her hand had curled but he did finally let go. Jaime shifted into her chair, her eyes filled with sharp sparkles.

The delightful contempt, the awareness of her scowl as if he could feel it and its icy breath on his cheek, pervaded his thoughts as clearly as if she'd spoken to him though she'd said nothing even to the man in front of her. His kitten might almost deserve a reward for such a poisonous response. He continued to watch, more at ease and more amused now, though he'd decided the value of the experience was lost in such a poor quality video when up-close-and-personal... very personal.. was so much more entertaining. Tripp pulled a few choice items of his trade, his volunteer work moreso than his profession, into a satchel and was about to set off as soon as the moment presented itself.

The darkness in her eyes made the man back up a step, seeing that gaze set directly upon him, a chill walking over his skin from the look alone.

Jaime dismissed him then by turning her attention to a file on her desk, numbers and percentages suddenly vastly more interesting than him. "good afternoon mister..." She paused and tipped her head towards him as if she'd fogotten his name, letting him know he was nothing to her and though she'd flirted he was not even worth remembering. The look on his face was worth the effort and she gave him a cool smile as he backed to the door and left her office.

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Pity, the man left without any marks. Tripp sighed, disappointed a little, but not as dark as his mood had been. The rest of his monitoring showed her brothers being uninteresting and strangely, her sister as nowhere to be seen. That little fact he would keep quietly to himself for use later on. He pulled up his satchel and headed out to meet Jaime as if nothing at all had been seen, viewed... known. He was only a few minutes away and the still-handsome executive had better count himself lucky if he was not in range when he arrived.

The man stood outside her door for a few minutes, confused, near bewildered and composing himself while debating going back in. What was it about the girl? She was frightening yet intriguing and darn near irresistible..

Within the office, the blonde set aside her papers and propped her feet on the edge of the desk a slight pouting scowl on her face. That was not as entertaining or soothing as she hoped it would be.. though it was mildly so.

The low black car was familiar enough to the boys at the gate by now, however another car up the drive, another visitor, remained parked in view. Tripp smirked as he rolled down his window, ready to speak to the disembodied gatekeeper's voice if necessary. The smirk was not in any way a friendly welcome to the monitor he knew watched him.

Her fingers strummed on her desk lightly as she fought with and pondered the growing frustration she was feeling. Her usual old games leaving her feeling unfufilled and restless.

The gates opened for him without much difficulty and the smile he'd turned for the camera dimmed with his mood as he drove forward to park between the visitor and the garages. He, afterall, had a few special priveleges the man he'd seen on his own monitor would never benefit from. Tripp pulled out the same satchel he was often seen arriving with, making sure he was seen, walking slowly, no other intentions beyond coming to work on the wiring again.

The executive was still confused yet drawn to her, thinking he'd try again and turned around to head back into her office. Perhaps he'd caught her at the wrong moment?

Patrick's eyes darkened into piercing fire. The man wasn't gone. He walked quietly, not intending for the stealth but soft soled shoes on the cold tiles kept his step quieter than those down the hall by the offices. She'd left the man in one piece and he smiled. More fun for him to enjoy ripping the larger pieces apart once he got him under his control. Pat stepped up to the doorway, catching it from closing completely as the man slipped back into her office. He wondered if he'd notice he was followed in as the door closed as he should have expected, but with a dark rival now standing watch, well within Jaime's sight.

Her eyes lifted when the door reopened, she saw the exec coming back in but looked down at the file on her desk, so she could ignore him, and missed the door not closing. "I'm busy.." She started in an irritated tone, ready to glance up cooly at the exec, only to have her eyes widen a hair as she saw the man behind him. All her words fell away for a moment as her heart quickened it pace in reaction to Tripp's pressence. "Can I do something for you?" The question seemed directed at both men, though more so to the exec who had returned.

The young man smiled a bit, thinking her reaction was in seeing him and assuming the slight flush in her cheeks was for him as well. He had not heard nor seen the man come in behind him, he thought he was alone with the pretty young heiress. "Have dinner with me."

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Patrick shook his head. He made no sound enough for the man to hear over his own selfish and foolish thoughts he dared to voice. He'd already begun wrapping his own thoughts around the man's will power and drive to continue on with the silly charade. He'd learn his place soon enough. Like a strung puppet, the man moved forward an awkward step, then back.

The man's confusion over his foot work made him glance down to the floor. He'd wanted to come closer and lean on the desk, to be as close to her as he could, but he hesitated, talked himself out of it, it seemed. He glanced back up at her and smiled again, waiting for her answer.

Jai felt a strange nervousness creep over her with Tripp standing there, not letting his pressence be known to the man in the room with them. Her eyes darted from him back to the exec, not giving him away yet as she watched the exec falter in confusion. "Didn't I already decline that offer?" She licked her lips, not sure how she should act.. she had an audience and not her typical one.

"You just said it so quickly. I thought I'd try again, maybe you changed your mind after thinking about it a little more." He watched every movement of her tongue running over her sweet lips, missing the dart of her glance. That his feet seemed glued in place drew his attention away again, making him seem unsure of himself and awkward. He chuckled nervously, not knowing what was happening to him.

Patrick stood equally still except a wave of his hand in air, like maneuvering a puppetteer's cross to make his little man on strings dance with a stronger will. A slight bob to the left and the man teetered suddenly as if his knee shifted from him.

She realized Patrick was playing with the man and it almost scared her because she didn't know why or what had brought him to her office so suddenly. She was wary of making him angry but a part of her started to feel defiant that he'd just showed up. Her turf.. right? She wasn't 'his' here was she, these were her games and her toys and her rules.. who did he think he was? Her lips curled into a small smirk as her eyes cast over the unsteady exec. "I did. Because I was so sure of my answer.. then." She licked her lips again, a little more slowly and sensually this time, a tiny show for both her onlookers. If Tripp wanted a show.. well maybe she'd give him just that. "But.. you came back.. sort of flattering that you wanted my company that much.. You came back to try again, takes some guts, I like that in a man. Someone who's not afraid to be assertive.. you know?"

He raised an eyebrow himself, uncertain what the man's expression was in response, though he could see him leaning toward his knee that had bent strangely, working it back into place. Patrick took a step forward from the door, his other hand setting his bag down quietly for his palm to lift up like guiding an orchestra. The man's arm also came up at the elbow, bent like someone pulling him along to someplace he didn't want to be. It did. His feet, in delayed reaction to his desire to step forward did so now, shuffling him toward the desk as if pushed by nothing there. Pat tried not to laugh.

"Assertive.. sure," he said trying to retain composure. It was only now that he turned to see the man standing behind him. "What was that for. Who are you?"

Jaime watched in a near wonder as Pat played puppet master to the exec and seemed to be fully amused. She toyed with her hair as the young man turned to Patrick and her own brow arched, waiting for his reply. She wondered what he would say or do now that his game was discovered.. or had he wanted it to be?

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"I should ask you that myself. I believe she said 'no'. Once should be enough, if you know what's good for you, yeah?" He gave a wink to Jaime. It had never stopped him either, except in honest fear and protection of those things he felt were his. He moved his hand again, pulling the man's up and out for a handshake. "Oh, well that's more like it. So pleased to make your acquaintance." The look he gave the man and his tone should have been warning enough if Jaime felt the need to stop him from touching the man.

"What? I didn't..," he tried to move his hand down, but felt weak against his own hand to push or pull it away.

"No harm in asking again.. is there?" She played as if to take the exec's side in things, giving an innocent and cute, questioning expression. "Makes a girl feel nice to be asked out now and then."

"I'm sure there are plenty of ways to make you feel nice, pet. Doesn't give a bloke reason to be rude, yeah? But what would I know? I'm just a 'tech'." He took the man's hand, giving him a nearly-warm smile though his gaze was cold and the tug on the man's will harsh and cruel.

Fear ran down the man's face and his inseam as Patrick gripped his hand though hardly touched him. His arm went weaker and his desire to pull away and defend himself weakened with it. "I .. I was just being ni.. what are you doing?"

"Is that what this is? He's an exec and you're just a tech?" She made quotes around the words 'just a tech'. Her eyes rolled and she started to shift in her chair. "If you wanted to have dinner with me.. all you had to do was ask.." She watched him with the exec, wondering his intent and how far he was going to take this.

"No, pet. What this is, is him not respecting your wishes to leave when asked the first time. You have much better things to spend your time on than people who don't listen," he hissed, pulling the man to a point of nearly towering over him. ~Or should I make it clear to you both, yeah?~ He turned his gaze to her as he shared his little toys with his favorite playmate. ~Oh... yes, I'm asking you to have dinner with me. Seems we have something to discuss, yeah?~

Her eyes went wide almost saucer like as she felt and heard him directly in her own thoughts or head. The pen that had been lightly clasped in her hand, fell from her fingers and rolled from the desk to the floor with a soft clatter. She stared at Patrick in shock and then blinked a few times, and recovered her composure a bit. Her thoughts bouncing from 'what the f*ck' to 'how long have you been able to do that?' She couldn't help the sort of tingle she got from him being 'assertive' though. She licked at her lips as they tried to curl into a small smile, nearly wiggling in her chair, she was excited, a little awed and intensely curious.

"Oh, she's dropped her pen. Why don't you get it for her, hm?" Patrick let the man's hand go and released him to compose himself a little despite the puddle.

The exec was down on his knees staring at his hand. He could feel it, it wasn't numb and Patrick hadn't clamped so hard that it had hurt, but he'd been immobile. Fear, complete fear ran through him and he did as the man said, crawling to find the pen for the woman.

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Her legs crossed, pushing the short skirt farther up her slender thighs and she watched in curious wonder as the exec crawled around on the floor. It was amusing for a moment until she thought of what her father's reaction would be if he were to find out about this. She straightened up in her chair and looked to Patrick. "Thats enough." It came out clipped and annoyed as she shuffled papers on her desk and he might easily misunderstand her behavior.

"Is it? When is it enough? Only when you're amused? I rather like him on the floor like the dog he is, don't you?"

The man came around the end of the desk, looking up at her in her chair, still admiring her legs and the rest of the view from beneath her but the dread was clear in his expression. He had no idea what had been done to him or what to expect next. "What is he doing to me?"

Her jaw clenched slightly at Tripp's accusation and her eyes darkened as she looked at him over the desk. "Yes that's right.. only when I'm amused, which I'm not. So knock it off." She nearly growled the words out at him from behind her sharp glare. her attention turned to the breath on her skin and the voice below, she offered a softer expression to the exec. "Shhh.." Her finger brushed over his lips as if to soothe him into silence for the moment.

"Tut tut, pet. Maybe he should apologize and make sure your mood improves before we both leave?" He turned his head as he turned the last word. He could find another playmate but not one he treasured so well. "Isn't that all you want? A lap dog to do your bidding?" If she wanted to play 'master' she'd need to earn it from him and he was certainly going to give her the chance to try. As he blew her the kiss, a brush of the man's lips nipped over her fingers where she'd shushed him, his hand still controlled reaching up to pet her knee.

He tried to stop it but couldn't. His hand went off on its own, running up the woman's leg, her pen being forgotten.

Pat's words had her attention back at him quickly, he wanted to play it that way did he? "Fine.." She all but hissed the words at him. Ready to tell him where to go and to take the exec with him, then she felt the brush of lips against her fingers. The reaction was perfectly instinctual and natural. Her fingers snatched back from the touch, her eyes flaring a bit, the hand on her leg was a much more serious violation. She snarled and her hand lashed out against the exec's cheek, leaving a bloody warning not to touch her like that. She turned her glare back to Patrick, her lips curling in a near snarl. "Don't." She brought her hand up, her claws dripping a few tiny drops of the other man's blood onto her desk.

The man gasped out in reaction of his own actions and shrieked louder with the sudden removal of skin from his face. "But I... I didn't... what's happening here?"

"Don't? Don't what?" Patrick grinned, stepped closer to the pair. "Don't... want to be touched like that? He came back, isn't that what you wanted? The flattery, wasn't it? The .. appreciation?"

She growled softly, her jaw working itself in anger and her eyes very dark and trained on Patrick. "I don't want ..-him- to touch me.. like that." Her fingers clenched into a fist to keep her from slashing at the exec in her fury, she couldn't reach Pat right now though going over the desk at him wasn't out of the question. "Flattery and appreciation are one thing.. but that's not what this is."

"Yes, actually, it is, thank you." He smiled more warmly for her and stepped away from them both to take a casual seat to wait, letting loose his hold on the man. "Maybe he'll listen now when you tell him you're not interested, yeah?"

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"Is it really? Cause it felt an awful lot like you just having some amusement at my expense." She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, pulling her legs up closer to her and away from the exec as if afraid he'd touch her again. "What about you? Are you going to listen next time I tell you to knock it off?" She kept her gaze on Patrick, hardly sparing a glance at the man below her desk.

~I'll consider it with the best of intentions~ He hummed to her mind with the softest of caresses in a far-away touch while his head nodded 'yes'. "At your expense? I only wanted to improve your mood. I may need to seek other measures, yeah? You.. she told you once, no is no, no matter how many times or ways its said. She's a busy woman and I'm here to fix a few things for her. Now gooo," he hissed again, being sure the man crawled then rose to his feet on his own to propel himself out the door before resorting to helping him on his way.

Her eyes fluttered with his voice in her mind again and her gaze came back to him a moment later to see his nod and listen to his spoken words. Her eyes flicked to the other man as he went out the door, but only briefly and then she looked down to the hard surface of her desk. "Is that how you think my mood will be improved.. by you making some other guy feel me up?"

"Oh, come now, pet... you think so little of me? You had every intention of playing the part until I intervened, yeah? When it was your own idea it was alright and when I merely helped it wasn't? How about we let him go his merry way with a memory to last him a few weeks while he heals? I think you have a few more important things on your mind right now."

"I had no intention of ever letting him touch me. That is one big difference in why it wasn't alright." She sounded somewhat angry and hurt, there was a pout in her voice as well as on her face and she wouldn't turn to look at Patrick now.

"It didn't appear that way before I arrived, pet. Hard to see there's a difference when someone's being encouraged to look and wander. "

"Well then obviously you don't know jack shi... what do you mean it didn't appear that way before you arrived?" Mid statement she switched from angry to questioning and still angry.

"Really, I do know Jack. He's a hacker friend, but that's not important. What is, is that you're very nearly lying, Kitten. We can't have that, can we? May have to take your shiny pretties away for lying to me, yeah? If you had your way, you might not let him touch you with his hands, but his mind was all over you. I saw it all."

"What's important is you're avoiding my question and changing the subject." She rose from her chair, her eyes flashing her temper's warning as she faced off with him.

"Am I? You asked. I'm telling you, I saw it, saw him, Jaime. He wasn't taking 'no' and we both know that. It's not accident I just happen to show up. Apparenly I do have a few things to fix. That's one of them."

"You're right.. he did come back.. so what? Do you think I was just going to lift up my skirt and say hey you came back! here have a go?" Her eyes flashed a mix of hurt and anger. "You saw him? How did you see him?" She leaned on the desk, somewhat squaring off opposite from him.