<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/AlexandraDonatellaGeovanelli_zps2e1ca929.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexandra Donatella Geovanelli<br/><strong>Species/Element: </strong>Dark Witch - Air<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, except jacket. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/AlexaOutfit1Purplecopy_zps1f57ab09.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, after noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cain's Den Tattoo and Piercing Parlor<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Vincent Cain, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Alexandra's brown eyes glistened as she heard Vincent's voice, so husky, sexy and deep. It hit something with her and his words more so. He called her his lovely lover. Her lips stretched across her beautiful face in to a big grin. Her hand continued to stroke him, petting him.<br/><br/>She was eager to kiss him again, her hands moving up along his chest again, She pressed closer, her chest pressing against his as her arms slid up to his shoulders. One remained there as the other slid to the back of his neck. She could feel his hands still kneading and caressing her beneath her black panties. Vincent was making her hot and bothered in all the right ways.<br/><br/>He had said that he wanted her since she walked up to him and demanded that he hire her. Wouldn't that have been something? She hadn't held anything back that day. She'd had nothing to lose and so, she just went for it. She knew it was a risk, stepping up to him like that, but she'd done it anyway. What was the worst he could have done, said no? She remembered it like it was yesterday, him sitting there looking over her drawings, her leaned against the side of his desk, looking over them with him, watching his face for any type of reaction. She'd been wearing tight, torn jeans and a low cut tank top and biker boots.