Sasha wasn't surprised at his answer as she slowly lowered her glass to rest on the shelf beneath the bar. She knew Derek liked chasing after her, but she couldn't understand it.. With all the women he had at his disposal, even outside the club, why would he actually want to work to have her? Mentally shrugging off the thought, she couldn't resist a laugh at his inquiry.<br/><br/>With a smirk, her fingers dipped, dancing along the waist band of her skirt, stroking the oiled, glistening skin around her pierced navel. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than bar tending, it was teasing their guests despite knowing most of them would never have her. "Oh, I'd say two, at least." Her smile widened as she stepped away a moment to tend to a few other customers, though glanced briefly back at Derek over her shoulder, unable to deny she was attracted to the man. Every time she saw him, she was more and more tempted.