She kept her gaze on the wall, even as he uncuffed himself and moved around the table. She was furious, both with herself and him. The red head felt his leg first, and then his hand grabbing her chin. Eyes flashed like green lightening as she immediately tried to recoil from his touch, but he refused to release her. Since she couldn't get away, Lyra glared him down, letting the bastard know she wouldn't be broken quiet so easily.<br/><br/>Cole's words grated across her psyche then and she gave him a murderous look that warned of exactly what would happen if he tried. He finally released her before warning about his friend and she immediately looked away. Time was running out and she would have to make a choice. Thankfully she knew no one was behind the glass and for that she was grateful. She'd never be able to live with herself if her coworkers saw her like this.<br/><br/>His scent washed over her then, something that wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was strange, she would have pegged him for one of those guys that enjoyed luxury colognes. That thought alone was almost comical and slightly hypocritical on her part. While she enjoyed a few perfumes, she hardly ever wore them thanks to her profession. The red head was propositioned enough as it was, there was no sense in making it worse by adding perfume. Cole's body heat had migrated from his leg to hers, snapping her back to reality. He was too close and it only infuriated her more.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Lyra tried to keep her tone level, but her words still came out hissing like some dangerous viper. "<i>Alright... Fine...</i>" Hands moved to carefully undo the top two buttons on her blouse. She did not look at him though, and she sure as hell wasn't going to smile. "<i>There, are you satisfied now?</i>"<br/><br/>This situation as a whole was a mess. She should have never taken that bribe, no matter how badly she needed it. Her shirt sagged slightly, given how it really was too big for her. A blush raced across her cheeks, arching over her nose and blurring the lines between her regular skin and the freckles that lightly dotted her nose. A hand moved then to adjust her shirt so she wouldn't feel so exposed. "Look, I'm playing ball ok? Call off your man...<i>Please</i>." It took everything in her not to choke on the last word, but perhaps if she were more civil he would be too.