Her lips pressed together. Yes, Mira would admit there had been many a night that her interests strayed from her designated date to Miles Lufkin. That was how they worked; they floated in and out of each others spheres as opportunities arose, and tonight, it was like any other night.
Wasn't that a twist of fortune? As she turned to face Miles further, her thoughts momentarily trailed to how she must tell Octavius of this development come Monday morning at work, for surely he of all people would want to know she had him to thank for her night with Miles Lufkin after his and his teammates' visit in Morocco. Yes, she thought sweetly, as she reached to straighten the collar of Miles' dress robes, that would be appropriate revenge for making her come here tonight, reminding him of their horrid extended vacation.
Miles' robes hadn't really needed adjusting, but she wanted an excuse to him to experience her touch. Upon finishing, Mira gripped his front and used what little part of his chest she could to balance on the balls of her feet. She leaned in to breathe on his neck.
"I am here alone," Mira whispered into Miles' ear, like it the most important of secrets for him to come across all night. Well, it was if she didn't say so herself. She took her time to release her grasp on him, her hands falling eventually to either her side or the glass she had placed on the table beside her.
"Are you?" She sipped her drink innocently, looking at him over its rim.
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