<br/><br/>He could tell she was goling him and he delighted in the feeling of her eyes going all over his body. Viciously, he wondered what she would feel like if she knew who and what she was really ogling. The handsome male with obvious Middle-Eastern heritage was a far cry from the black and fiery golden Demon Lord that ripped apart little children next to their house.<br/><br/>However, even he had to admit she looked more than delicious and thatfew women were as sexy and gorgeous and her, even after over two thousand year of mingling with them. Hot. She looked, in one word, hot. Incredibly so ever, with her revealing, yet still decent top and tight hugging jeans. And he wanted a taste of her.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, he would have to take this relationship at her pace. He wasn't going for a simple sexual tromp. No, he needed to claim her heart and hold it, before ripping it out. When she was finally near him, he simply gave her a dashing smile, before motioning his arm.<br/><br/><strong>"We shall, after you."</strong><br/><br/>He made sure she noticed his talk about business had been a mere excuse to invite her. He was here for her. So, as he opened the door for her, he placed his hand on her bare, lower back, gently guiding her inside, but making sure she could feel his warm hand and stong fingers touching her, yet within the bounds of propriety.<br/><br/>When they sat down and received the menus from the waitress, he faced her, ignoring his menu, and spoke.<strong>"I am glad we could meet for this lunch. You seem like pleasant company. But as you appear to have taken the week off, how about we won't discuss the arrangement about the modelling, but simply have a nice meal together and 'make sure we have a good connection' to base a fruitful working 'relationship' on"</strong><br/><br/>He slightly emphasised certain words, making his voice a little bit deeper and huskier, all the while holding her captive with his eyes.