Her tongue wrapped around the digit, her eyes still focused firmly on him, flashing as she felt her own desire beginning a low burn; however, when he spoke, she couldn't help but laugh a little. Sasha was amused, glad he had offered the line to cut through a bit of the tension of their desire to make it a bit more comfortable.<br/><br/>"Mmm," she purred, giving his finger a suck and letting her tongue swirl swiftly around it before she pulled her mouth away with a faint pop as the suction broke. Feeling his hand move to her hip and wander down to the curve of her round ass, she gave him a coy smile. "How about this; I'll call you Mr. Logan, for now at least. Once you've proved to me you're good beneath the sheets.. Maybe then I'll call you by your first name." She meant it half as a tease and half seriously. Sasha already knew he'd be good in bed. Some people you could just look at them and think,<em>Damn, he knows what he's doing..</em>Derek was one of those.<br/><br/>Licking over her lips, Sasha silently cursed the bar between them, biting firmly at her lower lip a moment after when all she wanted was to press herself against him. At his inquiry, however, she slowly, hesitantly pulled away. "Let me make a call.." she whispered, turning and moving to the phone, dialing a quick extension to request someone be sent to the bar to cover for her, her eyes moving over Derek's torso eagerly all the while. Quickly hanging up the receiver, she combed her fingers back through her dark waves, stepping back from around the bar to slide her arm underneath his. She leaned close to him to whisper in his ear, letting her soft, full lips stroke over the shell of it as she lead him out of the ballroom. "Right this way, Mr. Logan."