When she saw the annoyance flash across his face she smiled softly, the look almost angelic on her sweet face. Listening to him stumble over his apology she knew she'd been at least partly right; he was used to dealing with people who fawned over him. She wasn't going to. People didn't appreciate what they could get too easily and if she posed a challenge before he got anywhere, he might become a return client.<br/><br/>Ever liked return clients.<br/><br/>Bringing in, and keeping, new clients was a lot like fishing, you put out the bait, teased the fish with it, and then hooked him before he really knew he was being caught. Kat was good at fishing.<br/><br/>"My personal favorite area is the massage tables. I make an appointment at the end of every week to just unwind, let the cares of the world be massaged away by a pair of strong hands, expertly, manipulating my body," she said, her voice almost a purr as she shifted on her chair, back arching and eyes closing slightly, as if in pleasure, when she mentioned her body being manipulated. "That doesn't solve any mysteries for you though, what exactly are you hoping to find here Mr Tarik," she asked when her eyes opened and she held his gaze once more.