"This seems rather anti climatic." Jessie said as she was seated a few inches across from George. There were in a much cozier room, seated on and angular couch so that even though he sat beside her he still technically sat across her.

"What does?" He asked.

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"It appears people buy this bottle to earn your attention but you are buying it to earn mine." She stated, eyeing the flute in her hand. As she looked at the liquid, unlike its name... sin it wasn't red as she expected. Instead it was white wine, not looking any more different from the regular wines she came across. When she lifted her gaze from the glass she met gazes with him, and he refused to back down.

Even though she caught him watching her, he didn't look away, his eyes shamelessly roaming her entire body, so much so she began to feel naked. Having to look down even though she knew she was dressed she had to confirm.

This was getting too dangerous, he looked like he desired her... he wasn't supposed to desire her, not yet at least. "I don't mind buying a measly bottle of wine if I get to talk to you." He winked.

Jessie frowned. "Do you like me Mr. Lee?"

"Please call me George. And I was certain I was being obvious enough." He said, not mincing words.

Jessie brows creased. "What does that- did you expect me to deduce that myself?" She huffed.

"Surely you can tell when a man desires you can you not darling?"

"Don't call me that." She almost spat.

Her ire only pulling a devilish smirk from him. "And I'm very forward when I want something. And you, I want you... darling." He stated, blatantly ignoring her cold glare.

Jessie scoffed. "How can you want me? You barely know me!" She exclaimed, scooting farther from him.

"Passion and desire have nothing to do with familiarity but only with two bodies, in an erotic dance of passion." He said with such determination it was too much for her virgin body to take, before she knew it she was on her feet, her entire face red with both anger and embarrassment.

"I don't know what I was thinking coming here. This was a terrible idea." She said making move to walk out.

But he was quicker, he was up on his feet in a jiffy, grabbing her arm he spun her around to face him, tugging her to him so that her soft front landed on his hard one.

But with George it was the complete opposite. She felt prickly and cold. Her skin began to feel clammy with sweat and the hairs on her body stood as goosebumps appeared. This wasn't desire, it wasn't irritation, she didn't feel irritated but it was complete utter terror. She didn't know why exactly but she was just scared.

Looking down into her eyes she saw his eyes light with amusement. "So you are here to see me after all." He said.

"Don't flatter yourself." She said as she tried to push away from him but he wouldn't let her.

"I'm not flattering myself, you said so yourself. 'I don't know what I was thinking coming here. This was a bas idea.'" He repeated.

"And how does that mean I came to see you?" She huffed haughtily. Still trying to break free from his grasp.

"You didn't mention it earlier, not with the waiter, not even when I invited you here, until after. That means you were here to see me. Are you going to tell me what for?" He asked.

Jessie looked away, biting her lip she looked back at him and stilled. "Let me go or your balls are going to suffer the consequence." She spat viciously and he couldn't help but laugh.

But either way he let her go, she watched him try to suppress his laughter, hating how this uncomfortable situation was entertaining for him.

"What's so funny?!" She demanded.

He stilled his features relaxing but the smile never left his eyes. "You... your not funny but very entertaining. It's shocking for me to say this but I'm impressed darling, I might never tire of you. How surprising!" He exclaimed.

Jessie gave him a blank look, she should try to figure out what he meant by that statement but all she wanted was just to get the hell out here.

"What the hell does that mean?" She asked.

"It means I'm very much inclined to getting to know you Miss Marin." He didn't call her darling! "Can I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?"

"I have a boyfriend." She stated dryly. That was a lie, but she wasn't about to let him know and Patricia by extension that she was no longer with Jason.

"Fine. I'll respect the distance, you complained of our lack of familiarity so I want to fix that." He said with a mischievous grin.

Jessie huffed. "That was me pointing out a mere fact, not a complaint of any sorts!"

"Agree to disagree" he dismissed her. "Will you fo me the honor of dinner?"

"What, today?" She asked. "I'm busy today."

"Then tomorrow?"

"Same thing. Besides how many times must I say it, I have a boyfriend. He wouldn't take it well with me meeting other men, especially you." She said.

George only smiled "yet here you are. And no that you point out out you are right. Jason would never let you come anywhere near me, especially if you are his girlfriend."

"So what are you implying?" She asked defensively.

He leaned closer to her... again. "I'm implying that if you ever feel lonely I'll be more than happy to fill up every space that is currently vacant."

It took a moment for her to realise his meaning and when she did she pushed away from him. "I'm sure I can find much better candidates for my... loneliness." She said with a sweet smile.

His eyes darkened, suddenly the thought of her with anyone else filling up her spaces made him very angry.

Jessie didn't know what to make out of the current scene but she was certain she had enough for today. "Although I am open to the idea of getting to know you." She said.

And he arched a brow. "Don't look so surprised, I'm merely using you as a tool to get back at my boyfriend. If you recall we had a fight."

"Getting Jason riled up? Count me in." He stated with a mischievous grin.