She snaps the shot, then lowers her camera to really give him her usual amused smile. “Someone’s a bit dazed and confused,” she chuckled, sitting back on her heels with her hands resting casually on her thighs. “Cat got your tongue, sweet cheeks?”
Sarkis swallows loudly, then wheezes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Something like that.
Stepping forward slowly, he bites his lip, trying so hard not to think inappropriate things - although he’s kind of certain that was the point here. He drags his eyes away from her legs, leers noticeably all the way to her face, then blinks, his cheeks tinting pink ever so slightly.
Why were you lying in wait for a picture of me?
She watches him like some kind of predatory cat - ironic though that was - was he stepped forward so carefully. She hadn’t exactly done this on purpose - sometimes she dressed like slut for no reason; nothing wrong with that. The idea that she would be able to catch Sarkis’ attention with such a display came later, and it was really the only thing that kept her in such an outfit, on the bed, with the camera in wait. She just had to see the dopey look on his gruff face. And he hadn’t disappointed her - not that he ever did.
She shrugged as he asked of her intention, though her smile remained naturally. “Why the hell not?” she asked right back, and she lifted a hand to him, as if beckoning him to join her, though she remained casual about it. “Maybe I just wanted a picture of you. You’re awful pretty, after all. And I need more pictures of you.”