<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">While Jared might fuck every woman that moved, it was a power-play on her part to become his date. Besides, having a hoe on his arm would not earn him any brownie points. Emma hadn't realized her pickup time would be an issue for him, seeing as the limo was air conditioned and it took some time to get from his place to hers. She greeted him back, and then looked at him in shock. "Whatever for? Surely you aren't blaming traffic on me." Oh, he had it coming. He must have worked himself into a frenzy, what with how red his face was. "Here, have a drink before we arrive." She set about pouring him a drink in one of the numerous glasses in the limo. Just a few hours more... just a little longer to get him into her web and make him hers. That's all she needed.</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><br/>
Emma knew she looked stunning in her dress, very feminine and classy. The top might have been a tad questionable, but it was still appropriate. As she offered him the glass, she allowed her breasts to become the focus of his attention, trying to distract him. Until he was drunk, she couldn't make the first move. He would fire her. He had to be the one to make advancements for now. She had a Plan B, but hoped she wouldn't have to use it. </span></span></span>