Megan caught the look Isla flashed to Tommy. Maybe she was just humble. "you are just bein modest, I'm sure." she said with a shy smile. Why did this woman just seem to be able to see right through her. The way she seemed to purr Megan's name had her biting her lower lip. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt strangely hot. She was not really into women, had not been thought about it since a few drunken nights in college. So why was this lanky punk girl making it impossible to think of nothing out.<br/><br/>She felt bad that the girl was being so nice and she was letting her eyes wander. She was oblivious to the fact that Tommy might easily see where her eyes looked. At the question of her job her eyes darted up to stare into Isla's eyes. She opened her mouth to speak as her mind worked to come up with a convincing lie. She was normally very quick-witted but her brain did not want to cooperate. When she guessed right about Megan's profession, her eyes widened. It took a few moments of her stammering and staring up at that predatory grin before she weakly mumbled. "I-I just work in an office."<br/><br/>The naughty librarian comment made her blush and stare at the floor. Was Isla flirting with her? "I just got an invitation and my curiosity got the best of m... Me." the response caught in her throat with the tender sensation of the hair being carefully tucked back. She swallowed hard, fumbling for her glass of whiskey. She grabbed it, bringing it to her lips only to have it grabbed away and downed. The pout was positively adorable as she was unable to hide her anxiety behind the glass.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, taking a second to remind herself who she was and what she had accomplished. Her composure seemed to return at least somewhat. "I would love to see your art. If the artist is any indication the art must be very pleasant indeed." she decided that she could be flirty too. No harm in it after all. A soft thanks is mumbled as she brings the glass to her lips. Taking a big swallow, she lets her eyes drift shut to try and cement her composure.<br/><br/>It proves to be a mistake because she was unprepared for the hot breath and whispered words against her ear her eyes squeeze shut and her teeth bite hard onto her lip to stifle the sound. Her eyes snap opened when she feels Isla pull back, not wanting to be caught with such a dazed expression. The clear indents of her teeth into her lower lip speak volumes though. Megan's eyes dart to tommy and she quickly grabs her drink to hide behind. He is too intently staring elsewhere and she knows that he saw her expression, her lust.<br/><br/>That grin, the half cute smile, half smirk was going to be her undoing. She was so flustered that she did not even realize that her breathing was ragged and made her chest heave enticingly. She needed to think, to regroup. She turned to Timmy and just blurted "wine coolers really?!" she hated to risk distancing Isla but she needed to focus her attention from this beguiling woman that seemed to tear down what she thought were formidable defenses.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>