As soon as the cry left her lips, Hannah knew it was too much.  It gave the game away, it left no doubt.  But the very reason it was dangerous was the reason it had come out.  It was totally sincere.  And it had been building for a long time.<br/><br/>Hannah was paid to get into the skin of other people, pull it on and wear it like it was hers.  To be good at that--and while Hannah was no Meryll Streep, the truth was she was better than people expected--you had to be able to watch people, to look and really see what made them and that person that person.  And so though it only lasted a moment, she saw the surprise in Jon's eyes, saw that he was thrown for a loop.  It actually made him feel more human to her, more real.  Although he then responded the way she expected--wanted?--she remembered that glimpse of surprise behind the eyes and it made her feel safe.<br/><br/>Her eyes looked down her body as he dragged his hand up it.  A sharp intake of breath as he cupped her sex.  A long desperate sigh as he squeezed.  she could feel the heat of his hand and he was sure he could feel the heat of her pussy, his hand pressed against her pubic bone, only a millimeter from her flesh.<br/><br/>Hannah could feel him leaning closer and closer.  She watched his hand, until only at the last moment did she turn her gaze and stare into his eyes as he pressed his lips on hers.  She kept her eyes open and kissed him back.  Not a loving kiss, but a passionate one, complete with a whimper of surprise as he caught her lip between his teeth and dragged his way out.<br/><br/>"Careful, that lip's important to my career," she said when she finally caught her breath.  Another reason this was foolish.  Even if she wanted to do ... this kind of thing, what if he left a mark?  Her body was seen by a dozen people a day in various states of undress, magnified and photographed, recorded and carefully fashioned.<br/><br/>She bit down on her own lip, gentler, as he brushed a thumb on her mound.  Later.  That sounded good right now, safer.  Later ... when she had a restraining order.  Later when she could pretend she didn't know him.  Later would be a safer place than now.  "Seems like it might," she demurred.  Her body clearly preferred a more definite answer and she had to keep herself from twisting in his grasp.  "I'll be in touch."