Leo watched him with hungry eyes as he smoked a cigarette slowly and silence fell between them. She had to resist the urge to fidget or chew her lip, because she was honestly impatient. The heat between them was intense and the sexual tension between them just kept getting worse the longer she was in the same room as him. She'd never felt so incredibly drawn to anyone but Andie. She was already addicted and she hadn't even kissed him yet, she just couldn't get enough of the heat between them, or the way his eyes on her made her feel.
“As much as I’d love for you to be all of those things. I’m not sure you’re as willing as you believe you are.” He breathed, crossing his arms in front of himself, and she raised a brow at that. “My rules would be far to restricting for your liking.” He breathed and she wanted to prove otherwise, but she just stayed still and quiet, letting him continue. “I don’t play well with others. You’d have to give up your dirty little day job.” He stated firstly and she bit her lip. Arthur wouldn't really like that, but he might go for it, considering the possible pay out they stood to gain from Orson.
“That means your pimp Arthur and your little girl crush too.” He said then and she broke eye contact for the first time, dropping her eyes to the floor. She wasn't sure she'd be able to give up Andie. She would have to try and control herself, but if there was any rule she was most likely to break, it was that one. “And, the sex isn’t fun for me, unless you bleed.” He added seriously and her eyes went back to his. Now, she was a little nervous, but at the same time, her heart was beating rapidly in her chest from excitement. “We’d have a contract, because I have to cover my ass.” He told her and she raised a brow.
Leo felt like she was on her knees, selling her soul to the devil in a designer suit. She chewed on the inside of her lip nervously for a second as it felt silent again and she considered her options. She knew this was her chance to back away and something was telling her she probably should. He was dangerous, and dark, and powerful. If he wanted to make her disappear once he was done playing with her, he could in a heartbeat, and she would probably frustrate him a lot because she wasn't good at following rules. Not to mention, he was extremely intoxicating. She was running the risk of getting hopelessly addicted to him, the way she was with Andie and, eventually, she wouldn't be able to live without him.
Finally, her eyes went back to his and her heart was pounding hard. She should get up off her knees and tell him he was right, she couldn't handle him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. "I'm not going to be easy to train," Lola breathed, warning him, letting him know she liked to push people's buttons a little too much for her own good. "but I'll be a good pet." She practically purred. She reached up and took hold of his tie, pulling him down to her as she raised herself up higher on her knees. Her lips were close to his and she let them hover there for a moment before she finally kissed him.
His lips were fucking amazing, she never wanted the kiss to end. Leona let out a deep, but soft moan before she released his tie and forced herself to pull away. She stood then and picked up a pen, from his desk behind him holding it up between them as she smirked at him. "Where do I sign, Mr. Ramsey?" She asked, tone seductive, making it clear she was willing to sign whatever contract he wanted her to and literally sign herself over to him.
Sebastian could tell she was really struggling and part of him hoped, for both of their sakes, she would do the smart thing and leave. They wouldn't be able to fuck just once. He'd want more of her dirty, recklessness and she'd want more of his danger and power. After fucking her, he would go home every night to Jillian and think about Andie, he knew that already and he hadn't even touched her yet.
In the end, Andie didn't seem to be able to resist and walked over towards him. Seb couldn't help but smirk to himself, because honestly, he didn't care if fucking her was about to start an ugly storm. Andie stopped in behind him and he grinned at her when she turned him to face her. Before he could offer her one of the lines he'd cut, she had her hand wrapped up in his tie and used it to pull him forward and kissed him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, kissing her back just as deeply as she kissed him.
It was amazing, unlike ever kiss he'd ever had with anyone. He wanted to kiss her over and over and over again. It was like a deal had been sealed with that kiss. Like they both knew they were about to start something incredibly fucked up and wrong on so many levels, but neither of them gave a shit. With that kiss, it was as good as done. There was no stopping it now and he couldn't help but smirk when she pulled away and slid off her jacket. “If you’re going to fuck up my life, make it count.” She breathed, and he just scoffed. He'd make it count, that much was certain. “I don’t go down easy.” She warned and he shrugged like he wasn't afraid and really, as much as he knew he should be, he wasn't. He was more excited then anything.
Sebastian watched her as she pulled her blue hair to the side and bent over the lines. His eyes roamed along the curves of her body, admiring her for a moment as she did his drugs, line after line. Clearly, she had no intent to stop, she would kill all the lines he'd cut if he let her, but his drugs were stronger then what she was used to so he knew he had to stop her. He took her by the hair and pulled her lips back to his, kissing her with force for a long moment before he released her and bent down to do the rest of the lines.
The drug went to his head instantly, and he knew he'd made a mistake, indulging with her because now it was basically a done deal that they wouldn't stop at once. The drugs were going to intensify things that were already intense as fuck, and she would want more of his powerful shit later when she realized her boyfriend's drugs were crap. When he came back up, Sebastian didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arm around her, scooped her up, and set her on his desk, crashing his lips hard against hers as he stood between her legs.
His hands ran from her knees, up her bare thighs, gripping them so tight it would bruise. "Don't think I've forgotten about that scotch." He breathed against her lips with a wicked smirk as he used his grip on her thighs to yank her roughly closer to him on the desk. "You're still going to have to make up for that, princess." He whispered as his lips started to trail her jaw slowly and one of his hands drifted up the back of her shirt, along her spine to her bra, unclipping the hook.