I walked right into that, didn't I? That fake surprised look that crossed her face. She's Wolfram and Hart upper management, not a femme fatale from a fifties' black and white movie. Should be more careful around her. Should be a lot of things around her. Aroused isn't one of them. Her voice pierced right though my outer shell, and found one of the few soft spots I still have.
I give a vague shrug to her question about the Council.
"It's coming along," I say.
Her next comment however, I can't shrug away. It's her job to know who's who. Is she actually admitting she's here to... tempt me?
She asks me to call her Lilah. Lilah. The name rolls of her tongue, making me think that it's designed to be moaned by the happy mortals who get to touch her. I thought I was sober when I walked over. My head is starting to spin a little.
I'm not giving her permission to use my first name. If she's ever going to call me Rupert, it won't be casual, in a pub. She'd scream my name while she's writhing under me. Where did that image come from? I can't possibly be sober!
I'm going to be Mr. Giles for her. I've been Giles for long enough in California. Took me a long time to find the appellative endearing. For the first few months, it felt as though they were yelling for the butler.
"Is the appointment to London a demotion? For losing control of the LA branch?"
I proceed in this conversation with one immutable principle, she is not going to tell me the truth about anything unless it serves her purposes. Then why am I still talking to her? Don't I have enough of office politics and power plays?
When she speaks again, I have my answer. I talk to her because I would do just about anything right now to hear her voice, to feel like I'm the only man in the room that matters to her.
I'm too damn old to get a crush. This is liable to turn into a full blown midlife crisis.
I nodded when he said that the Council was coming together. I had some more of my drink,as he asked why I'm here at the London Branch, and if it has anything to do with the loss of the LA branch.
So he knows then? I'd kept up on the happenings in LA a bit,but I tried not to dwell on anything happening in LA much,because that led to thoughts of a certian someone.
Pulling myself away from my thoughts I finally answered him. "No it wasn't for loosing control of the LA branch. I just..needed a change." Yeah more like I was left for dead in a fucking sewer and nearly died trying to get to my last living shaman contact.
I sipped more of my martini and tried to ignore the ghost of pain coming from my side, where the beast had gutted my like a bass. the shaman had said, that I might get a few even though I was fully healed.
She admits losing control of the LA branch. Very odd. I expected her to say that they didn't lose control, that Angel and his team have been sucked in their trap. Divide and conquer. That's what I would've said, to undermine the confidence between two powerful organizations on their side.
Either she's a great actress, or she's off her game. I caught an expression on her face that didn't say ice queen. Was it nostalgia? Regret? Bitterness?
I have to do a more thorough check on her. No reason why we shouldn't keep our connection open, sort of like a bridge. A rickety bridge where you hold on to the devil just to make it across.
She is so beautiful. I hope my stuffy-tweedy-Englishman tweedy exterior doesn't show any signs of cracking. If she weren't a Wolfram and Hart employee, I'd let the Ripper out to play. At least for one night. If this was a classier place, I'd ask her to dance.
"Are you enjoying the change? Is London everything an American would expect?"
This is not one of my top performances. I tried to focus on her answer, but all I see are her perfect lips, moving, bending, curling. If she wets them, I'm lost.
"Does it live up to your expectations?"
God! I want her to say "it does now" . It would take a stronger man to resist her charm. I think I should cut my loses and never come to this pub again.
I smiled. "London's great,not like LA but nice. Although I have to say this branch of the firm is much classier. Must be all the refined British traditions or something"
I noticed Benny Giving Giles what looked like a thumbs up or something. I turned ever so slightly, so I was able to catch his eye. "Something wrong Benny?" I knew my tone was cold as ice,and it had the same effect on Benny that it did on Gavin. He got this little scared look on his face, then moved further down the bar.
I smirked,well looks like I haven't lost my touch. I think it's safe to say Benny won't be listening to my conversations anytime soon.
I turned my attention back to Giles. I'm begining to think that maybe Wes did me a favor, by telling me to leave. "And as for it living up to my standards, it does." I flashed him another smile. And there's that look again, my mother was right men are all the same.
She caught the bartender's approving look. She's addressing him with three little words, but makes them feel like a whip for 'Benny'.
For me, her voice is like ice on my skin. In the best way. I can put steel in my voice, but not ice. My libido runs away with me. I'd like to trail an ice cube on her skin, then follow the cold line with my tongue. I need a good shag like I need another scotch right now.
I signal Benny for a refill. The scotch doesn't help in the least when, trying to avert my eyes from her lips, my gaze falls on her legs. Christ! My eyes caress her legs the way I'm not allowing my hands to do it. I hope it's not as obvious as I fear. I tighten my grip on the glass, and empty it in one swig. Need to get away. Go home, have a shower, wank off, anything!
If only my cell phone would ring! I'd have a graceful way out. Those damn kids never bother to think about the time zone, calling me at all hours of the night. Why isn't anyone calling now?
I watched as Benny tinidly came back down to refill the glass. He's staring awfully hard at that glass,huh must've been something I said. I waited for him to leave before adressibg Giles again.
I noticed he had that look on his face, the same one Wes would alwys get,just before throwing me up against a wall. A small shiver ran through me,but I did my best to shrug it off. Finishing my drink I looked at him. "This was fun,but i really should be going. I have a ton of paperwork waiting for me back at the office.."
I paid Benny ,then started to leave. As I walked away from the bar, I thought I heard Benny mutter something about my being a bitch, and just smirked. What he's nice and all,but he had to find out sometime that I'm not one of those nice girls. I mean we can't all be Wesley's precious Winifred.
The bartender calls her a cold bitch. I find this very amusing. The mangy little tit thinks she's cold, and I'm close to bursting in flames just from looking at her. She's the sort of woman who can set one's bed on fire. Hell, she could probably send one's whole house in flames, because there's no way a man could stand not to take her on or against any available surface
I'm about to do something very stupid. The knowledge that it's stupid doesn't stop me. I get a few bills out of my wallet and put the money on the bar before bolting out the door.
I see her next to a silver Mercedes. I'm lucky. Or unlucky, if I think further than the next ten minutes and the stirring in my trousers.
"You forgot something," I tell her.
She opens her mouth to say something. It's all I need. My body presses her against the car. My hands are in her hair, messing up the sophisticated hairstyle. My mouth is on hers.
This is a very bad idea. It is dangerous and stupid. Feels like magick, the way Ripper used to wield it. Should be able to smell the damn brimstone. Instead I smell Chanel.
I'm not going to go any further than kissing. I keep telling myself this, but it's getting harder and harder. As do I.
I was at my car about to get in,when Giles came outside after me. I didn't get much of a chance to say anything,because next thing I know, I'm pressed up against my car, and have him kissing me. Everything suddenly feels like it's spinning really fast.
I should pull away,but this feels good, even it's just kissing. My mind is racing with about a million different things, not one of them having anything to do with the man kissing me. Ok Lilah pull it together, move damn it, this isn't Wesley.. After what seems like ages I finally managed to pull myself away from the kiss.
"You always do this with women you've just met?" I ask, trying to hide the fact that it'd thrown me way off guard. Not too mention that one kiss brought back a whole flood of painful memories. Things I was trying so desperately to forget.
I busied myself with getting my car door open,while I waited for an answer.
I realize that I was counting on her to stop me. It worries me that she'll stop me too late. I don't believe for a second that it's my kissing skills enthralling her. She's either baiting me, or she was just as lonely as I thought. I also don't believe that she's so taken aback that she can't react. Not her style at all.
"You always do this with women you've just met?"
No, I really don't. I'm glad she's just using the icy voice rather than a highly fashionable and slightly illegal stunt gun. Or some evil spell. Damn! She can always do this when she gets in the car or at her office. I have to do a hex check up bright and early tomorrow.
She turned her back to me, opening her car.
I have no reply. No acceptable explanation for what I just did. I take off without saying another word.
Life was so simple for me on the hellmouth. No big demonic law firm gave a damn about a high school librarian, or a magic shop proprietor, or a Watcher. My status as head of the New Watchers' Council changed things. Now I'm a target worth bating with a high class woman like Lilah Morgan.
I'd managed to get my car door open,and no answer came. I looked over to see him just staring at me for a few short seconds, then walking away. Well can't say i saw that coming. Oh well I had other things to worry about, like the mountain of paperwork, waiting for me back at the office.
Sighing I got in my car and drove back in the direction of the office. I got halfway there,before deciding to just go home. Once I was home I took a nice long hot bath, and changed into my pajamas. I grabbed a glass of red wine and got into bed with my new issue of Vouge magazine.
While flipping through the pages I tried not to think about how useful Rupert giles could be to the firm. I tried not to think about him or another Watcher I knew. I sighed and glanced at my phone, that lay on the night stand next to me. No I'm not going to call him, besides he's probably busy and it's late. Wes wouldn't really want to hear from me anyway.