Richard let Evie's soft, tirade wash over him with zero effect. She could prattle all she wanted, the result would be the absolute same. He thought that her eyes softened when her hands rested upon his chest, her fingertips itching with a same need to repeat the sinful pleasures they had shared earlier that day. Inevitability was their common bond in that moment -- the knowledge that Evie would be spreading her fishnet stocking legs as Richard rode her like a rented whore; he'd fuck her like he owned her. And, afterwards, the passion of their tryst would make her see that Richard needed Evie in more ways than she realized.<br/><br/><i>"I'm not Norah...I have a backbone and I can say no, something I can already tell you dislike.."</i><br/><br/>An amused chuckle was Richard's only response. "You can say no ... but, you won't." Richard watched Evie's hands fall as her presence failed to retreat in kind. She wanted him, and she knew it. Richard reached and took both of Evie's hands and brought them to his lips. He kissed her fingers, as a gentleman would ... though they both knew that his mind held desires that were anything but proper. "And, thank God you're not Norah. Did you ever think that<i>just maybe </i>I'm an impeccable judge of character?" Richard took her wrists and slowly lifted them so that Evie's arms hung around his neck. Their chests gradually touched, and the mass of Evie's breasts responded to the firmness of Richard's pectorals. There was no question that seduction had been sparked between them, and Richard felt all too empowered to take whom he wanted. "I can do without Norah ... I need you, however."<br/><br/>Richard closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to Evie's lips, enjoying the way they slowly peeled apart when he pulled back. "As for why you're so different," Richard whispered, "let's just say that I trust my feelings about you."