"Oh, I'd hate to distract you," she says, eyebrows up, watching him get up and prepare to go.

This is an utter lie.

"Look at you. At a sex club on business. You know, I don't know what to make of you, my darling." She gives him a grin that's all teeth, drumming red nails on the handle of her riding crop. "Yet." A threat or a promise? "Have fun."

She, after all, has business enough of her own to attend to- and while she suspects she sees a bit of her ruthlessness in him, the same ambition and clawing drive, she highly doubts that they have the same aims. And they definitely won't be using the same methods.

Time, then, to get to work. Pleasure can come later.