“I’m just telling you the truth,” he said flashing his million dollar smile that made any girl melt. “What would you like to do now? Personally, I’d let to get to know you a little better. Maybe a little more intimately?” Tony knew he was pushing it a little, but it was obvious to him that they had a thing for each other.
Roxy smiles along with him. He’s got a killer smile. Her eyebrow raises at the suggestion and her smile turns into a grin. “You know, I think I’d like that, officer,” she says seductively. She outstretches a hand to the couch and invites him over. She sashays to it, her hips swaying back and forth and tossing the fabric of her dress from side to side. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
I’m Lady Roxy, darling. The Queen of Fashion.
“My work is sort of on a need to know basis, but I’m police officer. I’m working on an assignment here. It’s not going anywhere really,” he said taking another sip of his drink. Tony smiled as he set down his drink hearing her indirect compliment about him being a gentleman. He loves the way she looks at him, with those beautiful bright eyes, under lush lashes. The slight curl to her lips and the glint of her lipstick.
“You know, I never thought when I first talked to you that we would be sharing a drink together. I’m thinking maybe we should do this again, if you’d like. I would love to get to know more about a woman of your stature and sophistication,” he flirted, finishing his drink.
"A work assignment," she says in a tone of noticeable delight. "How mysterious." She fancies him being James Bond, a 007 on an important secret mission. It removes the blue collar dullness and replaces it with thrills and alluring mystique. She bats her lashes and her cocoa colored eyes lock onto him as she draws up pictures of fantastical spy chases and movie villains to chase. She likes the idea of being a Bond Girl. Even if she’s letting her thoughts take her away it’s better than being grounded in reality.
Roxy takes his glass from him with her fingernails clinking against it. She sets it down on the counter. She takes the last of her shot in a gulp and hardly flinches at the burn of alcohol in her throat. “I’d love to,” she responds. He knows just how to compliment a woman like Roxanne, flattering her sophistication and admiring her fame. Just the kind of suitor she’s come to expect and long for more than any other. “You flatter me, officer.”
“Elijah.” He corrected kindly the first time. The second time it was more begrudgingly. “I’m not Ethan. I’m Elijah. What’s wrong with the tap water? Compared to other places this water is very clean.” He held the glass up to the light and watched a minimal amount of particles swirl around in it. He thought he saw Roxanne cringe. He shook his head and sighed. “Fine, I’ll get you the mineral water.” He was trying to be nice but he felt like he was being used as a servant. He brought her the mineral water in a glass. “Here.”
His expression turned to disbelief when he was asked to get her nail polish. But he didn’t say anything. He just went and picked it up himself and brought it back to her. “Anything else? I have to get back to Phoenix now.”
Roxanne looks disgusted at the sight of the particles floating in the water. She’s used to clean, bottled water without the taste of any dirt or metal in it. She takes the glass of clean mineral water from Elijah and sips delicately from it. “Elijah, Ethan, there’s hardly a difference,” she muses. She waits for him to retrieve her bottle of nail polish and she unscrews the cap. “Actually, do you know anything about manicures?” she asks. Probably not. "Even if you don’t, I’m sure you’ll be fine with painting my nails. It’s just such a pain to do when you’re drunk."
She looks at him expectantly. She treats him like one of her personal assistants, bossing him around and waiting for him to do as she asks without question. She sees the look of irritation forming on his face but she doesn’t stop. Inside she’s longing to be treated like royalty again. She can’t help craving the attention and people doing things for her.