Sebastian listens as Grace loses her patience. It was only a matter of time, really, because the girl had no discipline. Oh, he wiles might have worked on a man under twenty-five, one more ruled by his libido than his good sense. She'd have had him begging to go to bed with her ten minutes into the conversation.
The Black King, however, has seen this trick before from those far more skilled at it.
"It appears that there are things your mother declined to teach you about power, Grace." Sebastian says simply, setting down his wine glass and dismissing the server.
"Short of walking in here naked and throwing yourself at me, you couldn't have been more obvious about your intent." Sebastian says. "You call, out of the blue, and ask to have dinner before my meeting tonight, yet expect me to let you drive.
Then you saunter in here in that dress, thinking what? That I'd be so overcome by your curves that I'd whisk you away to bed and show you things boys your age can't imagine? Please." Sebastian says dismissively.
"Then, you get to what you /actually/ want, which is independence from Emma, which I respect. However, you either don't know what you're asking, or you /think/ you do, and that I'm going to give it to you on the idea that I might sleep with you? Come now, even your mother had something more to offer than her physical assets.
'Before one gets to management, one has to mop the floor.' Your mother did a lot of mopping before she proved herself. Christina came to me when she was young, and she wanted what you're asking for now, and she was willing to work for it." Sebastian says.
"What assurances do I have that, if I invest in you, Grace Frost, that I'll see a return? What can you give me that I do not already have?" Sebastian asks intently.
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