Liane smiled primely. There wasn’t anything between her and Anthony and as Magdalene would soon learn Liane was not Anthony’s type. At least not in that regard. Liane was to bubbly and too intense. Not to mention too clingy. Anthony didn’t like a woman who’s emotional state was expressed in her physical touch. Then again he doesn’t like most physical contact. Anthony isn’t like most males. He doesn’t think of sexual encounters first. He feeds off control. He enjoys the manipulation and the game. The chase. The reward that is earned from the work invested in earning their trust and respect and finally getting them. It’s the actually fishing that he likes. He lives for the hunt. Sex was a momentary pleasure. While the hunt was a pleasure that took meticulous time and effort. Energy. Liane was a physical creature who only craved the sex. Thus she would never be anything more then a very useful tool for Anthony.<br/><br/>Anthony offered her  a gentle smile when she looked at him. Nodding encouragingly as Liane bounced out of the room all but dragging Magdalene with her out of the room in Gerome’s wake as he led them out of the building and to a waiting town car. Gerome paused in the doorway to check the street outside the club before he held the door open for the two ladies. Once they were clear of the club Liane released Magdalene’s arm and walked to the other side of the town car ignoring the open door that Gerome held. Gerome cast her a look to make sure she was safe as Liane got into the car. He looked at Magdalene once more and offered her a gentle smile.<br/><br/>In his deep voice he said softly, “don’t worry miss, you’re in good hands. No one’s gunna hurt you,” he mistakingly thought her nervous look was due to being scared of being in the big city. Gerome wasn’t hired muscle for no reason. He wasn’t all that bright, but that never seemed to deter him from trying to be. Gerome waited patiently for Magdalene to get into the town car.