<div class="floatright">(https://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/eda0939bf9716bbdabc82a495264f5fe04a93ac1/c=0-82-877-575/local/-/media/2016/01/23/USATODAY/usatsports/olivia-wilde-22.jpg?width=3200&amp;height=1680&amp;fit=crop)</div>Olivia glanced around, a warm smile, and a brief answer.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"11:25... I won't keep you long."</em></span>her answer about the time and her intent casually lead into behavior that really did prove her words to be true.<br/><br/>The question took Olivia a split second longer to answer than it should have. She knew exactly what time it was. She went out of her way to approach the blonde beauty at a late hour to ensure others were resting and distractions were at a minimum. Tonight, Olivia wanted to be the last voice in Jaclyn's ear.<br/><br/>Olivia entered the tent, and she probably<em>should</em>have taken the offered seat. If there was more time, or their last encounter had ended any differently, she may have. But this time... in this instance, Olivia was looking to make another impression, send a soft message, as it were. Sitting in the chair would have been an opening move for a nice long talk, a chat, and a discussion with a healthy amount of space between them all the same. It was a different tone.<br/><br/>So she approached the chair quite deliberately, but turned before moving to actually sit in it, that smile directed most warmly at Jaclyn. She took a step toward the blonde, seated at the edge of her bed. Then another.<br/><br/><em>"You could say I felt bad about being called away. I do hope today was everything you were looking for..."</em>Olivia's tone was as deliberate as her posture. Everything about this was important to setting her tone, and her initial scan determined how she'd play this. She wasn't expecting a night long occupancy of Jaclyn's time, but she was hoping to play to the flare of their first encounter. That started with simply occupying Jaclyn's space. Standing next to her, glancing down. Her next step would be to take a seat... not next to Jaclyn, not across from her, but... possibly settling in over those appetizing legs. Because it was such a touch-and-go situation, Olivia could pull up and back and retreat from this anytime, and if she felt Jaclyn were less than receptive, she'd need to. So much was on the line. But there was a chance that a little beautiful distraction tonight could secure her her prize in the morning. So she would feel out the moment as she went.