Once the initial shock of being twirled into the elevator had passed, Maggie exhaled in a brief sense of relief of being freed from making the decision. It was happening, whether she wanted or not, and it didn’t take her long to figure out which it was. It had been forever since anyone had dared to lay their hands on her like this. With an amused smile, not that it was an exact portrayal of her mixed emotions, Maggie stared the younger, stronger woman in the eye while she talked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0059b3">“A woman like you doesn't fly by the seat of her pants. You wouldn't live long. I'd put -money- down that you planned -all- of that as a little display of power. Either to give yrself a thrill, or get my attention. Shit. A woman like -you- doesn't need to slum in a shit hole like that.  Whatever yr angle, you got my attention”</span><br/><br/>“Oh honey, there are always<i>plans</i>,” Maggie began to explain, but the closeness of Cain’s face and the tight space they were in quickly started to get on her nerves, “It’s not always one plan, but many, like a hand of cards from which you get to choose.”<br/><br/>Shit, she needed more time. For what? The sudden need to explain herself wasn’t like her at all. As soon as the elevator doors would open, she’d be at home, and she could do whatever the hell she wanted; have a drink, tell Cain to take a seat, make her wait…<br/><br/><span style="color: #0059b3">“We should really finish that...<b>conversation</b>...There's no reason we can't both get what we need. Information, or otherwise.”</span><br/><br/>“We’ll talk,” Maggie agreed hastily and continued to stare, the smell of whiskey slowly mixing with the scent of her luxurious perfume.<i>Any time now. Just let me out of this goddamn box! No… Fuck. Shit!</i><br/><br/>Still trapped against the cabin wall, Maggie swallowed carefully, and then slowly leaned in to whisper softly into Cain’s ear, “Would you be so kind and press twenty so we can get this ride started.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>