[he'd be easy to manipulate, she knows. and she's never been above it with the jerks who come to watch her. she never feels bad. even for the sad losers who throw money at her, desperate for some kind of attention, because they still never really see her. men always wanted her to play a role and she was happy to do it, get as much as she could from them, before they pushed her to the side.

but Adam isn't like those men. he hadn't rushed to fuck her but instead just complimented her hair. how could a woman resist? men never noticed your hair and he had talked about it in their first meeting. she didn't want to hurt Adam and use him. she just wanted him and she felt lucky he wanted her, too.

she would use his attraction to her benefit, though. like sitting in his lap to get her way.]

With your bathroom, we're gonna practically be in each other's laps anyway. [she smiles and gives him one last kiss before getting up, taking his hand to pull him up with her dragging him to the bathroom.] It'll be romantic. Next time I'll bring my oils and it'll be even better.