That soft smile reformed on her full lips at Derek's response, giving a low laugh before she replied, "Indeed I do," she admitted, her green eyes flickering. As the chase thrilled him, it teasing that thrilled Sasha. There was something about the desperation in a man's eye as she worked him, all too subtly, that gave her a sense of power, of control.. She craved it.<br/><br/>The powerful, yet at the same time gentle grip on her wrist caught her by surprise. Clients weren't usually quite that aggressive with her, but God, she liked it. Watching him stand, her eyes focused now only on his movements, on the expression of desire on his face, she felt her face flush intensely, her fingers releasing the rag as he spoke. She felt her own heart begin to race, yet when he pressed his hand to her cheek, her eyes slowly drifted closed, leaning slightly into the touch, quite like a feline would eagerly press into the touch of her owner. "To be honest," she began, her eyes opening once more to look at him with a coy smile, "I do use it as... well a means of protection." She licked over her suddenly dry lips to moisten them before continuing. "I don't usually like to get close to men.." She didn't know why she was being so honest with him. It frightened her, knowing she was letting him in, past her iron walls that she'd built up after her father left. She didn't want to give anyone a chance to abandon her again.<br/><br/>Gulping hard, she knew there was no turning back. "I think I can make an exception though, Mr. Logan.." she whispered, "or would you prefer Derek?" she asked, taking a hold of his hand that stroked her cheek, bringing his pointer finger to her lips, giving the strong digit a slow lick before taking it gently into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.