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Adrien's gaze lingered on Liesl as he slowly stepped away. She was a minx, that one. Maybe it was her very sexy dress, or perhaps her forwardness. But something about her vexed him. He would get her in his bed. There was no doubt about that. He didn't wish to make a wife out of her. Women like that were not wife material. They were mistresses at best. The type of women he went to for dirty, borderline violent, sex. The kind that satiated his baser needs. Where women like her sister were the type you married and made babies with. Different ladies for different needs... Like shoes.
On his way to the bar, he was passed by... Priscilla? Patsy? Adrien couldn't remember her name. He probably heard it once. And while the woman was stunning, clearly evident as his gaze trailed down the low V cut of her dress, Adrien hadn't seen her enough to commit her name to memory. "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." Perhaps he should reconsider.
Adrien smirked and quirked a brow, obviously not smart enough to pick up on the insult within the compliment. He raised his hands to adjust his collar in an arrogant fashion as he responded. "You aren't looking too bad yourself." Just the kind of comment a woman wanted to hear.
With a boost to his ego, because he needed that, Adrien continued towards the bar. He leaned his right arm against the counter and motioned for the bartender to come take his order. "Two glasses of single malt whiskey, on the rocks." While he waited on the drinks, his gaze scanned the crowd.
Officer Hughes wore a suit that looked like it smell of moth balls and it was purchased in the late 80s. He didn't know what was worse about it, that a suit like that once existed or that Grayson had the gull to wear it out in public. Adrien had to fight the urge to sneer at the poor fashion choice and diverted his attention to someone else.
Rather than looking for specific people, his gaze flitted from outfit to outfit, admiring a low cut neckline with a peek of cleavage or an open back. Then a well tailored suit piqued his interest, he stopped for a moment. European cut suits were in fashion and far more flattering than the typical, more loose fitting American suits. His eyes followed the attire up until he saw the face of whomever wore the clothing, perhaps intending to inquire about their tailor. But then his gaze settled on none other than Ricardo Trujillo.
Adrien clenched his jaw while his knuckles went white. He had no intentions of being on the same side of City Hall as that man, regardless or not of his above average fashion sense. The man had money, the least he could do was afford a decent suit. Whatever unrest it gave him seeing another man dressed nearly as well as himself, Adrien found solace in the fact that the local recluse stood alone without a single soul for company. He chuckled at that.
Once the drinks were finished, Adrien scooped one up in each hand and started to search the crowd for Hugo. It was never hard to find his friend, he often could be found wherever the attractive women were, not so different than himself. After a moment or two of not so politely pushing his way past people, he found his friend at the tail end of a conversation with an agreeable blonde. As their talks came to a conclusion, Adrien held up one of the drinks signaling Hugo over.
Free of one of the whiskeys, Adrien slid his empty hand back into his trouser pocket while he sipped from his own glass. "And who is the latest woman on your list?" he asked while subtly nodding his head toward the blonde in question. "Can't say I've met her."
On his way to the bar, he was passed by... Priscilla? Patsy? Adrien couldn't remember her name. He probably heard it once. And while the woman was stunning, clearly evident as his gaze trailed down the low V cut of her dress, Adrien hadn't seen her enough to commit her name to memory. "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." Perhaps he should reconsider.
Adrien smirked and quirked a brow, obviously not smart enough to pick up on the insult within the compliment. He raised his hands to adjust his collar in an arrogant fashion as he responded. "You aren't looking too bad yourself." Just the kind of comment a woman wanted to hear.
With a boost to his ego, because he needed that, Adrien continued towards the bar. He leaned his right arm against the counter and motioned for the bartender to come take his order. "Two glasses of single malt whiskey, on the rocks." While he waited on the drinks, his gaze scanned the crowd.
Officer Hughes wore a suit that looked like it smell of moth balls and it was purchased in the late 80s. He didn't know what was worse about it, that a suit like that once existed or that Grayson had the gull to wear it out in public. Adrien had to fight the urge to sneer at the poor fashion choice and diverted his attention to someone else.
Rather than looking for specific people, his gaze flitted from outfit to outfit, admiring a low cut neckline with a peek of cleavage or an open back. Then a well tailored suit piqued his interest, he stopped for a moment. European cut suits were in fashion and far more flattering than the typical, more loose fitting American suits. His eyes followed the attire up until he saw the face of whomever wore the clothing, perhaps intending to inquire about their tailor. But then his gaze settled on none other than Ricardo Trujillo.
Adrien clenched his jaw while his knuckles went white. He had no intentions of being on the same side of City Hall as that man, regardless or not of his above average fashion sense. The man had money, the least he could do was afford a decent suit. Whatever unrest it gave him seeing another man dressed nearly as well as himself, Adrien found solace in the fact that the local recluse stood alone without a single soul for company. He chuckled at that.
Once the drinks were finished, Adrien scooped one up in each hand and started to search the crowd for Hugo. It was never hard to find his friend, he often could be found wherever the attractive women were, not so different than himself. After a moment or two of not so politely pushing his way past people, he found his friend at the tail end of a conversation with an agreeable blonde. As their talks came to a conclusion, Adrien held up one of the drinks signaling Hugo over.
Free of one of the whiskeys, Adrien slid his empty hand back into his trouser pocket while he sipped from his own glass. "And who is the latest woman on your list?" he asked while subtly nodding his head toward the blonde in question. "Can't say I've met her."
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With a substantial bet on the best item up for auction, Liesl had no further desire to linger around the auction tables. Her feet carried her around with no particular destination in mind. She was more of just... watching. She was content walking around, observing the others as they slowly trickled in. She didn't know some of the people in that small town actually knew how to dress nice. Some even had decent bodies under it all.
A few moments passed before Liesl found herself on the far side of the hall, not too far from a particular tall, dark, handsome and brooding man. She did always love when they brood. She scooped up two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and beelined right for him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you 'no one puts baby in a corner'?" she mused as she offered him one of the glasses. "Ricardo Trujillo. You are looking particularly fine this evening,"
Liesl lightly clinked her glass to his before taking a sip. "So," she started to say as she pivoted slightly to stand beside him, allowing herself to see what he did. "What is a handsome bachelor such as yourself doing all the way over here all alone" She raised her brows, curiously, as she took another sip.
Ricardo always seemed to be an enigma in Essex. Liesl remembers the first time she saw the reclusive millionaire. She was surprised he was so handsome. She half expected him to be on the edge of death with a hump back or something. It made no sense why someone that good looking locked himself away from the world. And it was even weirder that he was single. Although, she wasn't entirely sad about it... Not like it would have stopped her from flirting either way.
She tried to follow his gaze and pin point what he was watching... or who. "You know," Liesl broke the silence once again. "Someone as handsome as yourself could have any woman you wanted." She side stepped closer to Ricardo and hooked her free hand in the bend of his elbow. "Essex isn't all bad. There are some decent women here that'd, at least, be good for bedding, if nothing else."
Liesl started surveying the prospective women. The index finger of the hand that held her drink pointed towards Paisley who hung around Liana and Lorelei in the super nice and obnoxiously bubbly girls group. "Paisley's not bad on the eyes, if you have a thing for brunettes. Her outfit is sexy and she has a nice smile." As she spoke the girl eagerly waved her hand in a showy fashion towards John Waldmann. Liesl's eyes squinted just slightly, but not enough that anyone would notice. It was one thing when she flirted with the silver fox, but like a kid when they see someone playing with her toy, she got possessive. "As long as you don't mind competing with Essex's resident dilf."
She looked about the room again until she found another option. "If you're a blondes type of guy," Liesl continued, slowly turning her unwilling company to get a better view of the auction area. "There is a bombsell." She pointed towards a gorgeous blond in a grey metallic dress. "I can't say I know her name though."
Her gaze slowly flitted over to her sister. Liesl wasn't blind, nor dumb. She noticed how Ricardo jumped at the chance to hold the door for Lorelei. There were subtle things she noticed. She wasn't going to spell it out. He didn't need to know that she had a small glimpse into his thoughts, but she was going to test the waters... perhaps stir the pot. Just a smidge. "I guess there's also my sister, if you're into boring homemaker types. I mean... She obviously has a great face." No matter how much she liked to rag on her sister, she couldn't deny that Lorelei was attractive. After all, they were twins. "But where is the spark?"
Liesl shrugged her shoulders unimpressed. She downed the rest of her drink before stepping in front of Ricardo, blocking his view of Lorelei. "Plus, who wants a Saint when you can have a sinner?" She reached up and adjusted his tie. Her hands lingered on his chest as a devious smile graced her lips. "Whoever said blondes have more fun never had a ginger."
A few moments passed before Liesl found herself on the far side of the hall, not too far from a particular tall, dark, handsome and brooding man. She did always love when they brood. She scooped up two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and beelined right for him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you 'no one puts baby in a corner'?" she mused as she offered him one of the glasses. "Ricardo Trujillo. You are looking particularly fine this evening,"
Liesl lightly clinked her glass to his before taking a sip. "So," she started to say as she pivoted slightly to stand beside him, allowing herself to see what he did. "What is a handsome bachelor such as yourself doing all the way over here all alone" She raised her brows, curiously, as she took another sip.
Ricardo always seemed to be an enigma in Essex. Liesl remembers the first time she saw the reclusive millionaire. She was surprised he was so handsome. She half expected him to be on the edge of death with a hump back or something. It made no sense why someone that good looking locked himself away from the world. And it was even weirder that he was single. Although, she wasn't entirely sad about it... Not like it would have stopped her from flirting either way.
She tried to follow his gaze and pin point what he was watching... or who. "You know," Liesl broke the silence once again. "Someone as handsome as yourself could have any woman you wanted." She side stepped closer to Ricardo and hooked her free hand in the bend of his elbow. "Essex isn't all bad. There are some decent women here that'd, at least, be good for bedding, if nothing else."
Liesl started surveying the prospective women. The index finger of the hand that held her drink pointed towards Paisley who hung around Liana and Lorelei in the super nice and obnoxiously bubbly girls group. "Paisley's not bad on the eyes, if you have a thing for brunettes. Her outfit is sexy and she has a nice smile." As she spoke the girl eagerly waved her hand in a showy fashion towards John Waldmann. Liesl's eyes squinted just slightly, but not enough that anyone would notice. It was one thing when she flirted with the silver fox, but like a kid when they see someone playing with her toy, she got possessive. "As long as you don't mind competing with Essex's resident dilf."
She looked about the room again until she found another option. "If you're a blondes type of guy," Liesl continued, slowly turning her unwilling company to get a better view of the auction area. "There is a bombsell." She pointed towards a gorgeous blond in a grey metallic dress. "I can't say I know her name though."
Her gaze slowly flitted over to her sister. Liesl wasn't blind, nor dumb. She noticed how Ricardo jumped at the chance to hold the door for Lorelei. There were subtle things she noticed. She wasn't going to spell it out. He didn't need to know that she had a small glimpse into his thoughts, but she was going to test the waters... perhaps stir the pot. Just a smidge. "I guess there's also my sister, if you're into boring homemaker types. I mean... She obviously has a great face." No matter how much she liked to rag on her sister, she couldn't deny that Lorelei was attractive. After all, they were twins. "But where is the spark?"
Liesl shrugged her shoulders unimpressed. She downed the rest of her drink before stepping in front of Ricardo, blocking his view of Lorelei. "Plus, who wants a Saint when you can have a sinner?" She reached up and adjusted his tie. Her hands lingered on his chest as a devious smile graced her lips. "Whoever said blondes have more fun never had a ginger."
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“A swan’s feather?” Liana's voice pulled her out of her own thoughts.
Lorelei glanced over her shoulder toward her friend with a gentle smile. "Quill, actually." She looked back down at the antique writing tool as she spun it between her fingers and thumb. "Not that I know how to use one." Or have money to bid on it. She chuckled softly, setting it back down on the table. "Maybe Paisley should get it. She's the writer, not me."
Speak of the devil. The bubbly brunette made her way over to the pair. "Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!"
The blonde smiled, looking between the two girls. "Speak for yourselves," Lorelei jested with a lighthearted tone. "I got a lecture from Mr. Duval before coming here... About how exquisitely wrong my dress is." She raised her brows in that silly way she did whenever she recounted the numerous stories about Adrien. Neither of the other girls were new to the stories of Lorelei's employer, yet somehow she always had more. Things were never dull working for him, that's for sure.
As the girls stood there chatting, Lorelei's gaze began to wonder, similarly to Paisley. She knew most of the people that had attended the auction, although there were a couple of new ones as well. She didn't realize the event was open to the general public, but it was nice to see new faces. Charity events didn't need to be exclusive to the rich. It made her happy to see that Mrs. Picket knew that. The woman did always seem to be nice with a warm disposition. After all, Lorelei was there and she had nothing to offer but her time. Some might frown upon that, but the hostess didn't.
Eventually her gaze found its way to Ricardo, who lingered in a far corner like a gargoyle. He stood alone like he often did. He never seemed like the most social person, so it was surprising for Lorelei to see him at such an event. Their encounters were usually a brief smile while sitting on opposite sides of the library. That was an easier place to be unbothered, unlike a charity auction. But he didn't seem miserable. Her hand raised just slightly by her side to offer him a small wave with a friendly smile. But it seemed the moment she did, Liesl stepped into view, demanding the man's attention. Lorelei sighed softly as her smile faded and her hand fell to her side.
Her attention returned to her present company just as Paisley waved at John Waldmann with... vigor. Lorelei couldn't help but laugh softly as she looked between her and Liana. "What was that?" She teased. "Don't tell me your crushing on the local hot dad?" She asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw extra attention to her friend. Sure, girls loved to gossip but Lorelei wasn't mean. She'd never try to make Paisley embarrassed by alerting the world about her crush.... That's something Liesl would do, not her.
"Just don't go crushing on Adrien or I'll have you committed." Lorelei laughed, playfully nudging Paisley. Crushes happened. Everyone had them. She was just waiting on her friend to spill, because, obviously, this was far too good to leave out any details. "Oh come on, don't make me beg. Liana already has the dreamy fiancé. Let me live vicariously through you."
Then for a brief second, she let her gaze flit back to Ricardo. Not only was Liesl still there, but her hands were on his chest, messing with his tie. Lorelei looked up toward his eyes for just a moment, but when his gaze met hers she quickly looked away. She shouldn't be surprised. Liesl always went after the prettiest shiny toy. It was like a personal conquest for her to go after anyone who might be nice to Lorelei, especially a man. She shouldn't be surprised. It was only a matter of time. But it didn't make it easier. Liesl always had to try and steal the spotlight. Lorelei was just lucky enough that Liesl hadn't be able to manipulate Liana or Paisley away from her.
Lorelei glanced over her shoulder toward her friend with a gentle smile. "Quill, actually." She looked back down at the antique writing tool as she spun it between her fingers and thumb. "Not that I know how to use one." Or have money to bid on it. She chuckled softly, setting it back down on the table. "Maybe Paisley should get it. She's the writer, not me."
Speak of the devil. The bubbly brunette made her way over to the pair. "Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!"
The blonde smiled, looking between the two girls. "Speak for yourselves," Lorelei jested with a lighthearted tone. "I got a lecture from Mr. Duval before coming here... About how exquisitely wrong my dress is." She raised her brows in that silly way she did whenever she recounted the numerous stories about Adrien. Neither of the other girls were new to the stories of Lorelei's employer, yet somehow she always had more. Things were never dull working for him, that's for sure.
As the girls stood there chatting, Lorelei's gaze began to wonder, similarly to Paisley. She knew most of the people that had attended the auction, although there were a couple of new ones as well. She didn't realize the event was open to the general public, but it was nice to see new faces. Charity events didn't need to be exclusive to the rich. It made her happy to see that Mrs. Picket knew that. The woman did always seem to be nice with a warm disposition. After all, Lorelei was there and she had nothing to offer but her time. Some might frown upon that, but the hostess didn't.
Eventually her gaze found its way to Ricardo, who lingered in a far corner like a gargoyle. He stood alone like he often did. He never seemed like the most social person, so it was surprising for Lorelei to see him at such an event. Their encounters were usually a brief smile while sitting on opposite sides of the library. That was an easier place to be unbothered, unlike a charity auction. But he didn't seem miserable. Her hand raised just slightly by her side to offer him a small wave with a friendly smile. But it seemed the moment she did, Liesl stepped into view, demanding the man's attention. Lorelei sighed softly as her smile faded and her hand fell to her side.
Her attention returned to her present company just as Paisley waved at John Waldmann with... vigor. Lorelei couldn't help but laugh softly as she looked between her and Liana. "What was that?" She teased. "Don't tell me your crushing on the local hot dad?" She asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw extra attention to her friend. Sure, girls loved to gossip but Lorelei wasn't mean. She'd never try to make Paisley embarrassed by alerting the world about her crush.... That's something Liesl would do, not her.
"Just don't go crushing on Adrien or I'll have you committed." Lorelei laughed, playfully nudging Paisley. Crushes happened. Everyone had them. She was just waiting on her friend to spill, because, obviously, this was far too good to leave out any details. "Oh come on, don't make me beg. Liana already has the dreamy fiancé. Let me live vicariously through you."
Then for a brief second, she let her gaze flit back to Ricardo. Not only was Liesl still there, but her hands were on his chest, messing with his tie. Lorelei looked up toward his eyes for just a moment, but when his gaze met hers she quickly looked away. She shouldn't be surprised. Liesl always went after the prettiest shiny toy. It was like a personal conquest for her to go after anyone who might be nice to Lorelei, especially a man. She shouldn't be surprised. It was only a matter of time. But it didn't make it easier. Liesl always had to try and steal the spotlight. Lorelei was just lucky enough that Liesl hadn't be able to manipulate Liana or Paisley away from her.
grayson hughes
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Shortly after writing down his bid, Grayson felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find John Waldmann moving to stand beside him. "I doubt that's going to be anywhere close to as useful as your sidearm, mate."
Grayson chuckled and shook his head. "Dad jokes, really?" His gaze drifted over toward the hunting knife that caught John's attention. "But a knife is very useful for a P.I., right?" They both smiled and laughed. It was nice. Gray had felt so focused on work recently that he couldn't recall the last time he got to relax. He was trying. Although he probably looked more like a zombie than a functioning human. Baby steps.
"How is the old workplace doing anyway? Frank still running the joint and handsomely getting paid or have you managed to finally make a change? Because frankly, I couldn't be bothered trying to fix that damn place."
He sighed. "New day, same shit. Unfortunately." Grayson raised his right hand to rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "It's hard to get anything else done when I'm the only cop who actually works." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Someday though."
As Grayson adjusted how he stood to face John, he looked over and saw a small group of women a few tables over. Lorelei, Liana and Paisley. His gaze lingered on Liana, for just a moment before Paisley waved at him. He smiled and gave her a small wave back. She was a nice girl, got herself into a little more trouble than she could handle, but she meant well. Luckily enough, he seemed to always have good timing and was able to help her out. It was something. Probably the most police like thing he has done in awhile. It made him feel useful, which he was thankful for.
"Two hundred dollars?!" Ciaran blurted out from behind him just as he dropped his bid into the appropriate box. "Wouldn't your gun be more effective?"
Grayson sighed, annoyed. He turned slightly to face Ciaran, his facial expression less than amused. "Did you miss the 'silent' part of silent auction?" He tried not to look around but he could feel the lingering gazes. Whether or not he wanted people to know what he was bidding on or how much, it was out in the open. Whatever hopes he had at winning the bow was shot down considering anyone who wanted it enough knew they could bid a penny higher and win it. "I guess I'll need to look for something else then," he concluded before heading to another table.
He slowly paced alongside the tables, looking over each of the items. There were some interesting things... Some weird. Grayson had nearly given up finding anything else, when he saw a small glimpse of a green hat from behind Liana. He slowly approached, trying not to eavesdrop or interrupt the conversation. Gray gently placed a hand at the center of her back, silently letting her know he was sneaking behind her to look at something. He dared not put his hand too low or let it linger, not wanting to be inappropriate or make her uncomfortable.
"Sorry ladies, I didn't mean to interrupt," Grayson apologized. When Liana's gaze met his, he smiled. "You look... nice." He caught himself before saying something out of line. Beautiful. He wanted to say beautiful. But knowing his luck, Greg would be right there when he said it. The last thing he wanted was to get a black eye in front of the whole town. So he settled for nice and feeling a bit like an idiot.
Before he could embarrass himself further, Grayson shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his attention to the green hat that originally caught his attention.
Grayson chuckled and shook his head. "Dad jokes, really?" His gaze drifted over toward the hunting knife that caught John's attention. "But a knife is very useful for a P.I., right?" They both smiled and laughed. It was nice. Gray had felt so focused on work recently that he couldn't recall the last time he got to relax. He was trying. Although he probably looked more like a zombie than a functioning human. Baby steps.
"How is the old workplace doing anyway? Frank still running the joint and handsomely getting paid or have you managed to finally make a change? Because frankly, I couldn't be bothered trying to fix that damn place."
He sighed. "New day, same shit. Unfortunately." Grayson raised his right hand to rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "It's hard to get anything else done when I'm the only cop who actually works." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Someday though."
As Grayson adjusted how he stood to face John, he looked over and saw a small group of women a few tables over. Lorelei, Liana and Paisley. His gaze lingered on Liana, for just a moment before Paisley waved at him. He smiled and gave her a small wave back. She was a nice girl, got herself into a little more trouble than she could handle, but she meant well. Luckily enough, he seemed to always have good timing and was able to help her out. It was something. Probably the most police like thing he has done in awhile. It made him feel useful, which he was thankful for.
"Two hundred dollars?!" Ciaran blurted out from behind him just as he dropped his bid into the appropriate box. "Wouldn't your gun be more effective?"
Grayson sighed, annoyed. He turned slightly to face Ciaran, his facial expression less than amused. "Did you miss the 'silent' part of silent auction?" He tried not to look around but he could feel the lingering gazes. Whether or not he wanted people to know what he was bidding on or how much, it was out in the open. Whatever hopes he had at winning the bow was shot down considering anyone who wanted it enough knew they could bid a penny higher and win it. "I guess I'll need to look for something else then," he concluded before heading to another table.
He slowly paced alongside the tables, looking over each of the items. There were some interesting things... Some weird. Grayson had nearly given up finding anything else, when he saw a small glimpse of a green hat from behind Liana. He slowly approached, trying not to eavesdrop or interrupt the conversation. Gray gently placed a hand at the center of her back, silently letting her know he was sneaking behind her to look at something. He dared not put his hand too low or let it linger, not wanting to be inappropriate or make her uncomfortable.
"Sorry ladies, I didn't mean to interrupt," Grayson apologized. When Liana's gaze met his, he smiled. "You look... nice." He caught himself before saying something out of line. Beautiful. He wanted to say beautiful. But knowing his luck, Greg would be right there when he said it. The last thing he wanted was to get a black eye in front of the whole town. So he settled for nice and feeling a bit like an idiot.
Before he could embarrass himself further, Grayson shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his attention to the green hat that originally caught his attention.