Cooked to Perfection || Bear & Mach

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Like all delicate garden flowers, Vivienne had been raised in an environment that supported her growth and blooming. From a tender age her parents had given her everything she'd wanted in life, allowed her every whim to be fancied and yet still craved more. With all of the possessions and hobbies, the hole in her heart couldn't be filled and she became something that no gardener wanted. A bad seed. She was something more than just a tender creature by the time she had bloomed into full maturity, a plant that was beautiful to behold but by no means something that could nourish your family or help you succeed in your future. Every bit as wicked as she was wonder to look at, Vivienne delighted in being the Dark Bloom.

Her parent's prized child became the shame of the family, their golden child the reason that neighborhood pets went missing and hands so stained with awful deeds that she could scarcely keep them to herself. They did everything they could to contain her, keeping her home-schooled so that she was limited from being around others, limiting their social engagements in which she was required to be with them. It was almost a perfect plan. The only thing they hadn't foreseen was their own passing. It was the crime that everyone was talking about, a real life Bruce Wayne scenario of double homicide during a robbery. Tragic, really. They'd done their best, but without them... There was nothing holding her back from everything she'd ever wanted.

But now, more than anything, she was hungry. Hungry for things she'd never done before, for a life that had been denied her and had been kept away from her. Hungry for... Well, admittedly hungry for flesh. Her mouth watered at the thought of her perfectly polished white teeth sinking into a man, the warmth of his blood over her tongue and the sweet symphony of his screams mixed with the wet sounds of chewing raw meat. The idea played through her head like a dirty schoolgirl fantasy, her thoughts arousing her in ways she had never imagined and causing a stirring between her thighs she hadn't felt since she'd discovered she was going through puberty. Her heart raced as she entertained the idea, playing the part of the grieving child until the crowds dissipated and the curiosity faded. In the privacy of her new life as an orphaned heiress, she played her cards carefully.

It was a simple enough plan, her job posting innocent enough to begin with. It paid well and would allow personal freedom. She did, after all, truly need assistance in managing all that her parents had left behind to her. She may as well make it worth it to enjoy his company. The trap was set in the form of job interview, the woman comfortable in her seat as she waited for her prey.

 

[Machiavelli]

Nik was a smart, intelligent young man, completing his college degree now at one of the city's finer colleges. Unfortunately, that also meant that, financially, he was struggling to stay afloat, and the bartending job wasn't cutting it when it came to his rent. But business classes tended to be scheduled at the worst times for someone to try to hold a day job, and there was little he could do without any flexibility. Corporate America didn't really provide that.

So when he came across a listing for a personal assistant to a fairly wealthy heiress, as far as he could tell by the details. He was certainly qualified - detail oriented, careful, good with plans, schedules, and numbers. Hell, she was basically seeking out a business student with that kind of request. He fit the bill, and so he'd reached out and arranged an interview. She'd sounded young on the phone, sweet. That itself was another bonus, and so, dressed in a clean suit, he headed off to the address provided, and was shown the way.

Running his hands through dark hair, he knocked briefly on the door before enterring, providing a bright smile to the waiting woman. She was pretty, redheaded, with bright eyes and a sweet expression, looking comfortable in her chair as she waited for him.

"Hi there, I'm Nik, Nik Golden. It's a pleasure to meet you."

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Like most predators of her kind, patience was a virtue when waiting for prey. She wouldn't define what she felt now as antsy -- she was excited. Would he know what horrors he walked into when he stepped through her doors or would he think himself blessed to be with such an opportunity as a job like this? Her lips couldn't resist the urge to curl into a terrible smile, her eyes bright as he finally entered her home. Prey never did realize that they were in danger and she thrived on the fact he seemed to be - for the most part - at ease in her presence.

"Mister Golden, a pleasure," Vivienne was smooth as she slid from her seat, offering a tender hand to him in greeting, "Please, have a seat so that we can discuss your skills and the terms of your contract." Rather than seat herself back down, she leaned her rump against the arm of the chair she'd been sitting in, her fingers playing with themselves in front of her. Her body language wasn't defensive, her eyes instead looking him over slowly. He might assume that she were checking him out, maybe even think she was interested in dating him.

She swallowed the saliva that welled in her mouth.

"Tell me about your work experience, Mister Golden. What makes you think you're qualified enough to handle my affairs?" Blunt and to the point, she didn't see much sense in wasting time discussing things of no consequence to him working with her. He'd seemed more than confident over the phone and certainly matched almost all of what she would want out of someone.

"Have you had a physical in the last year?" Less direct, but she'd like to know how fatty her meat would be.