As Claire felt her heart settle back into the right place after those marvelous, tantalizing kisses, she chuckled at his reference. "Makes the heart grow fonder…makes other areas grow firmer, perhaps?” Her grin was wry, and she cast a lingering glance at his trousers before looking back to his face. The agent’s hands on her waist sent her mind along other paths and she resisted the urge to lick her lips; that might be just a touch too predatory, though certainly accurate. Oh, the things she was planning once the music faded…
Regrettably, the music had to play in order to fade, and she sighed internally as they finally made their way into the ballroom. Guests were already milling about, the fashionably early and the old who wouldn’t be staying until the wee hours. It was a decent crowd, and she waved at a few faces she knew; they waved back, but she could see their curious gazes and whispers. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone, but if gossip made them stay and retain the Wandesford services, Claire couldn’t care less.
And then he kissed her.
Not normally one for PDA in a professional setting, her immediate reaction was to stiffen slightly. But then again, these were not her real colleagues, these were Williams, and she knew for a fact that they would’ve heard of her proclivities. More than once, it had been how they drew some rich old man into a contract. All she had to do was show up. Torn briefly between worrying it might damage their relationship with a few clients and the overwhelming urge to climb Jai like a tree, Claire mentally shrugged and thought fuck it before returning that kiss. It felt like a warm summer evening, those lips, and she melted into him for the brief but delicious contact.
She was no man’s unless she said so, however. That she would not give him unless he proved himself worthy. As they broke apart, she gave him a calculating look. “Mmmm, I don’t know if ‘mine’ is correct just yet,” she mused, tone thoughtful. Her expression changed to one of blank innocence a heartbeat later, and she batted thick, dark lashes at him “After all, we’ve just met, sir.” Not that it would be the first time, she thought, but that didn’t need to be shared. It should’ve been obvious, really with her lack of reserve. Claire nodded, however, at his last statement.“Well you are quite a dish. The placement seems apropos.”
And with a parting grin, she turned into the crowd in search of her brother. He found her first, and shook his head, feigning disapproval. “Tsk tsk, mon seour," he chided teasingly, whispering as they stopped on the far side of the room, "don’t you know it’s bad manners to play with your food?”
Claire rolled her eyes. “As though you don’t.” And it was true; William was almost worse than Claire, though she always asserted it was because they wouldn’t call him a whore for doing it. Regardless, they always had interesting stories to share over dinner.
“Perhaps,” he conceded with a nod of his head, “but my toys aren’t FBI agents. Be careful…” He looked her in the eye for a few steady seconds before parting. Claire watched him go without comment, her attention shortly drawn away by the first of a long string of dance requests. There would be music before and after the meal, so she reminded herself to pace things before accepting and twirling her way out to the music.