<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/grRW2aD.jpg)</div><br/>Marcos could only smirk to himself. He knew her game. It was one he played multiple times on the unsuspecting women he has met in his life. He, as he believed, was a master of the art of seduction. He could see for a possible fact that she may not want to go any further than this. Should he oblige her and let her just toy with him? A part of him screamed no, but his mood for playfulness said yes.<br/><br/>So in the end, all he did was reach out his right hand and placed it on her hip when she fully circled around him towards his front side. A smirk, a devious smirk, was plastered over his face.<br/>