<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/rachelweisz1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Pierre, Penthouse.  NYC<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Not sure yet, working out her options! At least one little black dress.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Thomas<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>alright a lot of flirting<hr/><br/>The lines of the dress were improved by those few inches of zipper being done up, but it was the frame of his larger body behind hers which caused the pleased smile to curve at her lips.  Was there anything hotter than a man in a suit?  Well maybe a man out of one, but she was still happy to admire the picture he presented. A small sound of approval came from low in the back of her throat as those clever thumbs of his went to work, pressing against the stubbornly tense muscles of her neck and shoulders. "Reserved?  Really do you think so?  Perhaps on the surface yes, but you're right, there just barely underneath all that responsibility they've just come to shoulder, all the rules they've trapped themselves in there is the memory of a time when their pleasures were king." She too was tempted to clothes her eyes, to savor the moment and the way those fingers slid against her skin, but watching him in that wide floor length mirror was by far the bigger lure.<br/><br/>"You know, I think I've changed my mind..." That statement hung there for a moment. "I don't think this one is quite right.  Undo it please? Her tone was very carefully even, if someone were just listening and couldn't see the way she leaned into his hands they might actually think this a perfectly professional business meeting.  Well, it still mostly was, but Erica was doing her best to change that, but as a man who appreciated challenge she couldn't simply throw herself at him and be done with it. Where was the fun in that?<br/><br/>"It seems like a good plan, ambitious; reaching a wider audience, trying new things.  How confident are you of the campaign's success though?  Surely there are risks involved?" One delicate brow arched as she watched him, enjoying this little verbal dance.  Beyond simple flirtation though this meeting really HAD alleviated her concerns.  This might not have been the meeting he'd been expecting when he'd shown up at the hotel, he'd proven himself adaptable and articulate.  It would be interesting to see the actual ad proposals ... later.  Much much later.