Olixander felt the woman in his arms resist him, throwing her weight back and making it hard to maneuver her out the door. What a little harpie! He should have left her there all on her own to be eaten by the shopkeeper. Regretting his decision more every minute, the brunette heaved the girl by what he could out the door and hoped nobody he knew saw him positively manhandling a strange seventh year student. (Even if she was rather pretty.)
Once they were outside and a little out of the way, he felt something pinch him in the hand. Pulling away quickly, he frowned at Ms. Edevane. “My name is Olixander,” he replied shortly. “Olixander Blackwood. Though you can call me Mr. Blackwood.” He straightened to his full height, over a half a foot taller than her, and preened a little bit. It was nice being the eldest brother on occasion. As the girl stepped closer to him however and made a seemingly genuine gesture of gratitude, the brunette’s eyes narrowed. If she thought she was going to get out of this by batting those lashes, she was in for a surprise. He’d held up his side of the bargain; now it was her turn. Olixander cleared his throat.
“My favor is requesting your presence for one evening of intimate, hedonistic subtlety.” Olixander emphasized the word hoping she would get the picture. Idly, he wondered if it was a mistake to trust this absolute stranger, but he dismissed the concern. It was her word against his lest anything happen and she had more reason to fear the implications of their rendezvous coming out than he did. Pausing, to let the meaning of his statement sink in, Olixander threw the girl a salacious smile and waited for her to react. There was more to his request. Even he wasn’t vile enough to rescue a woman from herself and then demand sexual favors as recompense, but she didn’t have to know that. And a little fright might do her some good.
Once they were outside and a little out of the way, he felt something pinch him in the hand. Pulling away quickly, he frowned at Ms. Edevane. “My name is Olixander,” he replied shortly. “Olixander Blackwood. Though you can call me Mr. Blackwood.” He straightened to his full height, over a half a foot taller than her, and preened a little bit. It was nice being the eldest brother on occasion. As the girl stepped closer to him however and made a seemingly genuine gesture of gratitude, the brunette’s eyes narrowed. If she thought she was going to get out of this by batting those lashes, she was in for a surprise. He’d held up his side of the bargain; now it was her turn. Olixander cleared his throat.
“My favor is requesting your presence for one evening of intimate, hedonistic subtlety.” Olixander emphasized the word hoping she would get the picture. Idly, he wondered if it was a mistake to trust this absolute stranger, but he dismissed the concern. It was her word against his lest anything happen and she had more reason to fear the implications of their rendezvous coming out than he did. Pausing, to let the meaning of his statement sink in, Olixander threw the girl a salacious smile and waited for her to react. There was more to his request. Even he wasn’t vile enough to rescue a woman from herself and then demand sexual favors as recompense, but she didn’t have to know that. And a little fright might do her some good.