When Isla hands Megan the drink, their hands make scant contact- It's enough to make Isla's entire body react-however she hides it well, plays it down (even to herself.), that it's nothing.  A simple bit over overstimulation getting the better of her.  It had been a while since she'd played this role.<br/><br/>She manages to keep her composure for the split second their hands meet, willing her self not to pull away- but then their eyes meet. When Megan looks up at her,Isla feels her own breath catch in her throat, and her knees go weak. It took- a lot- to throw Isla off her 'game', but for a moment ,she's second guessing her self. Could she do this? She'd been aggressive before, had women beg at her feet. Worked them up so badly they would say , do and promise just about -anything- in order to cum.  So clearly..it couldn't be nerves .<br/><br/>Maybe it was Megan? So what if she had a slight crush on the lawyer ? Sure, this wasn't the easiest way to say 'hi', but as Isla discovered in her short life, "Hi how're you doing, Want to let me tie you up and fuck you?" wasn't the best  pickup line.  Granted it wasn't just sex she was after...it wasn't sex at all really..<br/><br/>Like a fish needed water, some Dominants (IE:Most ; see also 'All') needed to domineer. It was a need as essential to their being as food , water, and shelter.   It got worse by the day for Isla, and her job wasn't helping matters.<br/><br/>So if any 'normal' person had delivered packages to Megan and was interested, they'd simply extend a hand, say 'hello' and introduce themselves.  But see...that just wasn't Islas style.  The clever ruse and stressing over the completion of said ruse- that was the same as saying 'hello' , right? Of course.<br/><br/>Isla swallows the little gasp and convinces herself that her she didn't slip just there.<br/><br/><br/>She hunches down infront of Megan, her feet pulled together, and her knees extended so that she's crouched and just below eye level with the lawyer.  She brings her own glass to her lips and downs the content  slowly, keeping her gaze locked on Megan. She tries to look as predatory as possible with out looking imposing-and she thinks she's doing a pretty damn good job .<br/><br/>When her drink is finished, she places the glass on the floor and reaches both hands out. She runs them along the fine leather of the sofa. Each thumb caresses the outside of Megans thighs 'unintentionally' as she feels up the couch.<span style="color: olive">"So..."</span>she raises a single brow, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.<span style="color: olive">"What do you want to talk about?"</span>There's a certian look of amusement on Isla's face as she starts her game, almost a trolling smirk. She knows damn well what's going through the lawyers mind, or at least in part- and she wants to hear the uptight woman say it.  She -did- know what a safeword was after all. She's a patient woman, and she could spend all night listening to Megan stumble over what it is she was wondering , what she wanted, and what was keeping her here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>