The Bite Magazine (Barbie x Loneiysong)

[loneiysong]

Roger was sitting on hand at the photo shoot. He leaned back, towards the back, waiting for the models to come in. The theme that he was trying to get with this month was classy summer. Kind of like Victorian, but modern. Something that the everyday woman could wear but the upper class. Roger was the senior in charge of wardrobe and was sending out his sketches for a good month now. The hair stylist, Francis, had been on board and returned Roger's own sketches with some accompanying sketches for the hair. Roger had no problem.

Well he had one.

Hayden. Hayden was the bane of Roger's existence here at The Bite Magazine. Hayden would never return his phone calls, give him non commital answers in the hall, Roger was about to loose it. When the first model came in, her hair and clothes looked fine. But the make up! Such a horrendous mess! Standing up, he stormed to the dressing room where Hayden was probably working on some poor girl wearing pastels and muted beautiful colors and slathering on some too bright, too bold colors. Roger had requested from the senior editor that maybe they could go with more nude treatments as far as make up and hair. The editor had given the go ahead.

"Has anyone seen HAYDEN!?" Roger barked. The models were waiting for make up. Francis was there pulling hair into simple pony tails and buns and looked around. "No, Roger, I have not seen her in a while."

Roger threw up his hands and began to storm around looking for her. He was going to ask her very nicely to change, and then if she didn't go to the editor. But this was out of his hands now.

Roger was a very handsome man. He stood 6'2 and his clothes were always perfect for the occasion. In leiu of the photo shoot today, he was wearing a simple sky blue button down shirt with white pants and brown loafers. His black hair was shaggy, but somehow looking neat. His blue eyes looked around the halls as he was in a frantic search for Hayden.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hot coffee was poured into a 'I Love My Dog' mug as Hayden carefully measured out her sugar in exact lumps. Nothing more, nothing less. The smell of coffee alone was a wonderful thing. Blonde hair was down and pulled behind one ear as the rest slowly made it's way into her face as the blue-eyed girl stirred her concoction together. She was dressed professionally in a fitted blazer, ruffled silk blouse, and a pencil skirt with killer heels. Literally, killer heels. She couldn't feel her toes, but they looked great on her and working for a fashion magazine called for a high fashion sense.

"You know, coffee causes the most amount of wrinkles for your skin." Nancy, a co-worker of Hayden's said. It was enough to make Hayden jump and burn her hand on her perfectly measured cup of coffee. She grunted, darted to the sink and ran her polished nails under the cold water. Nancy laughed and poured herself an uneven cup of coffee.

"Maybe you shouldn't be drinking it, then." Hayden said with a small smirk. The two of them were close enough that insults only added to deeper insults. But this wasn't the case between Hayden and Roger. She never knew what everyone found in that guy. He was 'hot stuff', but not hot enough to capture Hayden's attention long enough. He had this thing about him, this poise, as if he was entitled. She hated it. She hated him.

"Well, in some other recent study coffee helps cure cancer." Nancy shrugged. Hayden glanced over at her, drying off her reddened hand.

"You have cancer?" She asked.

"No. But it happens to the best of people." Nancy shrugs and Hayden smiled lightly.

Then she heard it. Him. Calling her name as if in utter panic. Internally, Hayden secretly wished something happened to his clothes. Maybe mascara dropped on it, or the blush stained one of the model's dresses. She walked around the corner, peeking over to see him talking to someone else- seemingly pissed off. She quickly vanished behind the wall and looked at Nancy who just smirked at her.

"I don't know why you keep hiding from him... he's certainly someone I wouldn't hide from." She grinned.

The statement got nothing more than an eyeroll from Hayden as the blonde grabbed her mug of coffee and tried to make an escape around the corner- running right into her worst enemy and hot coffee spilling on both of them causing Hayden to jump back.

"Jesus! Roger!" She said, looking down at her now emptied cup of coffee and her heat-soaking blouse. She glared at him with dark blue eyes as she hurried back to the kitchen area of the office to clean up her shirt. She grabbed a couple of napkins and as the duo entered the break room, Nancy bolted out. "What could it possibly be now? Hm? I think you secretly just like calling my name. It has to be the sixth time this week you've practically shouted for me through the entire office." She said, cleaning herself up and dabbing whatever coffee she could out of her shirt.

 

[loneiysong]

Roger was getting angrier and angrier. He knew that Hayden could hear him. He heard it on good account that whenever she heard him calling, she would duck and hide. He was going to catch her today. He was-

Scalding hot coffee!

He looked down at his shirt and then to her. Gripping her arm before she could get away, he growled to her.

"Hayden! We have to talk. I don't know if you get off disrespecting me or what, but this has to stop. I have to work with you, I don't like it. You obviously don't like it. I am trying to reach a compromise. I sent you the sketches of the approved dresses, you were supposed to design a make up and skin care around it. But it looks as if you just went the opposite of what I was going for! Everyone was in my office brainstorming about the ideas and you were not there. I called you, I sent Francis after you, I don't know what you want me to do." He growled taking off his shirt. He couldn't take it any more. He tossed his shirt into the sink. It was ruined. Leaning, he was muscled and had a tattoo of some ancient script down his ribs.

"Look, Hayden, I am trying, but you have to work with me. I need you, to take the models, create a new make up style, and work with me. Please!" Roger looked at Hayden. He was aware that he could just reach into Hayden's vapid mind, switch a few things around, and she would be eating out of his hand, but he had given that up a long time ago. Back when he realized he had a problem. Had to drink blood. He looked at her with his blue eyes and he frowned.

"What do you say, can we be partners?" Roger hated asking, but he needed it. Her cooperation.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden's face flushed when he took his shirt off and she simply turned to pretend as if she were fixing her shirt- or something. Fuck. Why did he actually have to be good looking? She was mad at him. Beyond mad at him. "I don't get off with any part of you, really." She snapped and then looked at him. "Your suggestion? Naturals? Really? The dresses are already a faded mess as it is. Did you really just want to mute the attire. The colors add depth to the photos and might even make this photoshoot look like a fashion magazine instead of some Kholes flyer." She said to him. Okay, she was bickering. But still. Hayden certainly wasn't one to be controlled.

She set the empty mug into the sink and turned to look at him, leaning her weight onto one foot as she leaned against the counter. It was almost a 'are you kidding me' type of snarl. "We've tried this whole working together thing, it doesn't work. I'll do my job, and you do your job. In the meantime, stop trying to control my department." She said to him. "Besides, the makeup was already approved by the editor. She's in love with it."

Her heart was racing. Maybe it was because he was shirtless, or that she was already irritated by him, or the entire situation had her entirely flustered- "For god's sake, and mine, please put your shirt back on." She said to him as she then saw Nancy walk back into the break room. The older lady certainly had no shame in showing how appealing Roger was to her. Her face was totally red.

"Oh... wow... sorry for me to... interrupt." She tried to shrug as she reached for the sugar before looking between the two. Hayden just rolled her eyes as her phone started to ring. She pulled it out and answered it.

"Hayden from Skincare." She answered. She just looked at Roger and continued on with her phone conversation. Something about a new mineral powder being available for them to distribute in free samples for the magazine. She loved putting samples in the magazines. It automatically boosted the value and quality of The Bite.

 

[loneiysong]

Roger looked at her and shook his head. "You don't get it do you? Beauty is so much more than what you wear on your face. It is what is inside. That is what I am going for in the first edition of summer. You watch Hayden, those models are going to be runny messes. Because of a bit of color, they will look like melting clowns." He shook his head and rubbed his forehead.

"Alright, Hayden, picture this, you are at the beach, your friends get you into the water. One of them dunks you, you think that that make up you put on your models is going to look good when you resurface? No! Inner beauty..." He growled and then looked as Nancy came in and smiled. "Hello, Nancy, looking beautiful as ever." He even handed her the sugar and gave her a sweet wink.

"No interruptions. Your fine." He said. Looking at Hayden, he growled. He smiled and then grinned. "Alright Hayden, maybe I have been too hard on you." Fight fire with fire Roger, you can do it. "Maybe, I can let you have the next theme. I mean it is only fair. Get Natasha to approve a theme, you do the make up. I mean it is only fair since Francis and I have been doing themes since your hiring.

You want to play with the big boys? Well, show what you got." Roger smiled and then sent an email to Natasha, the senior editor. Nodding to Hayden, he turned and walked out. Already, the photographer was shouting for make up to be redone. Roger sat down and rubbed his head. Calling on his own cell phone, he had a shirt brought down and he pulled it on and leaned back watching the rest of the shoot.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden told the person on the other line that she'd call them right back as Roger continued to interrupt her.

"Inner beauty...?" It almost spat out of Hayden's mouth. "Inner beauty wrapped up in a $700 dress? I think you're mistaken as to what inner beauty is." She said to him and glanced down when he wanted to exchange themes. There was a long moment of silence between the two as Hayden thought about this. She even bit her lip, thinking. She hated giving in.

"Whatever. Fine. But I don't want the next theme, I want to do the Halloween theme coming up. All of it." She said to him, crossing her arms. Yea, the Halloween theme was a big one. And for once, she'd love to have a photoshoot without them arguing- especially a larger one. "No protesting." She said, raising a finger warningly. She took in a steady breath as she looked at Roger. She was still pissed that the man was going to get his way, but she'd certainly have a kickass idea for the Halloween layout:

Vampires

She's been wanting to do the Halloween theme for years since she's been working here. "I'll go write off the dark colors and change them to pansy-pastel-flushed-out inner beauty, then." She said, grabbing his shirt from the sink and pushing it to his chest as she walked around him. "I'll head downstairs right now and fix the photoshoot myself." She said before he could get another word in. God, she hated him. Everything about him. His sly attitude. The way he smiled and poised himself as such. Ugh. It sickened her. In the goose-bumps, hate-that-he's-so-attractive, why-was-he-better-than-her kind of way.

 

[loneiysong]

"Thank you Hayden. Of course, the Halloween shoot." He swallowed and looked at her. Wondering what she wanted. He smiled seeing the models come out in lip glosses skin tones and pristine skin. He looked at her and smiled. Winking at her. When he saw that everything was good, he said goodbye to Francis. He walked to Hayden and gripped her shoulder.

"Have fun with Halloween, let me know if there is anything I can do to help." With a smile, he turned and walked out. God he needed blood. Blood fast. He leaned against his jaguar steering wheel gripping his head. He felt his heart racing. He had to curb his appetite. Starting the car, he drove home. His sister, Rochelle, worked as a doctor in a nearby hospital. She scrounged bagged blood and he walked into their impressive house and he sat down grabbing a bag of blood.

He drank it straight from the bag and shut his eyes. Only curious as to what he would find tomorrow. Getting out of his car, he walked ot his office. He was dressed in black pants and a black loose shirt. His sunglasses were on. Sitting in his chair, he stretched out and listened to his messages.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Ew. It was almost sickening when they were actually getting along. The photoshoot wasn't horrible. At least the girls did look good, and there was peace restored once again. She was now very excited about the Halloween shoot. It had to be gore, but glamorous. She wanted it to be sexy but cunning and what better theme to use than vampires? It was all in the books, but definitely a favorite of high fashion. She could definitely work with this.

Hayden lived with her roommate from college in a flat near the city. It was merely a seven minute drive from the office, so it was perfect. There was an industrial but open floorplan. She walked in and immediately took off her blazer and poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on her sofa with her laptop in her lap as she briefed herself on the latest news. This was how Hayden spent her evenings.

After a few moments she looked at her phone and hesitantly dialed Roger's number. Yea, she was actually calling him this time! Strange. But it had to be done. She had so many things she wanted to get done before the official Halloween shoot. He didn't answer. She rolled her eyes. And he can get so defensive when Hayden wasn't able to answer.

But when the answering machine stopped- she froze. Why was she calling?

'Oh! Hi... um... this is Hayden.' She winced, god, why was this so difficult. 'I came up with a brilliant theme for the Halloween photoshoot and I need you to find sexy, slimming, dark dresses. We might even showcase a male as well. I think the perfect theme would be vampires. I mean, I know it's a fantasy thing- but it certainly beats last years hideous pumpkin theme.' She was rambling. She shook her head and cleared her throat. 'Anyways, just aiming for a more sexy, edgy, and maybe even gore-ish approach. Cunning. Something this magazine hasn't seen in a while.'

Especially this being The Bite magazine. It fit perfectly.

'So yea... just- let me know when you find the right attire and whatnot. 'Til then... bye!' She sighed as she hung up the phone and put her face into her hand, not even sure how long that message was. Ugh. He was so difficult to talk to- even over an answering machine. She set her phone aside as her roommate entered the house. The two of them talked and chit-chatted about the day and how things went at her photoshoot. Wasn't long until Hayden was heading to bed, and dreading whatever issues were going to pop up at work tomorrow.

 

[loneiysong]

Roger heard this and smiled. Hayden. Leaning back, he thought of Hayden in sexy lingerie type of dresses. And him, as the big bad vampire. Looming over her, kissing her neck. Having her body arch up in pleasure. Begging him to bite her. Would he be strong? Would he sink down? Would he give into desire. Then he smiled. Natasha came up with the pumpkin theme. He hung up. Grabbing his sketch book, and some swatches, he walked to Haydens office.

He knocked on her office door waiting. He had stopped by the little kitchen nook and made her the coffee like she liked. Yes, he found her so adorable. He watched her from the shadows when she was an intern. Too shy to come out and talk to her. Too afraid of what he was, what he could do. But now, gah! Why did he care!!?! This girl was a spoiled brat and the only way that he had got her to work together with him, was to give her some control. Well, in his experience, when a man relented control to a woman, especially in bed, he was always pleasantly suprised. He shook the thoughts out of his head and smiled.

Walking in, he set her coffee mug down with the coffee the way she liked. He set his own tea down and smiled.

"Alright, Hayden, got your message last night. Sorry, I love that you love to get a jump on things. So, I was curious, did you have any other ideas than a black simming dress. Do you want to maybe go vintage, or simple cocktail dresses." He looked up and smiled. He began to sketch ideas and handed her a book of the things that he had done. Hayden would see that Roger loved to work with a models form and figure rather than make a dress that looked like a bag on her.

For a shoot one time, he even used plus sized models that were volumptuous and sexy and had a great attitude. That one, he had used colors and styles that were bold and proud and made the models look sexy.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden was typing up a reply to an email from another department when she heard the knock from Roger. She was ready to tell him that she was busy out of habit, until he set down the coffee. It took her a moment to look between him and the coffee- in slight confusion. He made her coffee? She tapped her fingers lightly on her keyboard, not entirely sure what was going on.

Today she was just in a grey dress that was casual but fit her figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and there was a faint shade of light pink lip gloss on her lips. Blue eyes looked up from the coffee to Roger. "You made me coffee?" It was almost a hesitant question. As if she were expecting something to be wrong with it. Did he spit in it? Was there something spicy in it? She carefully picked up the cup and smelled it, then took a sip. Mm... nope. Nothing wrong. He paid attention to her making coffee? Why was this such a shock to her? She let him have his way- he was kissing her ass.

She sat there, still a little in shock. Wait... he wasn't yelling for her, he wasn't arguing, he was actually into this? This theme? She thought he hated the dark colors. She was doing this to get payback with him, and it was even aggravating her more that it wasn't effecting him. Maybe it was. He was hard to read.

"I want sexy with a hint of old-fashioned charm. Cocktail dress isn't going to do it for me. I'm thinking about re-inventing Halloween. Lace, sheer fabrics, maybe even some deep plums- but the focus pieces being blood red. Maybe we can finally find a spot to showcase that one designer's handbag. Looked hideous, but I think that paired with something like this..." She said as a finger reached over to one of his swatches of a darker, sexier gown. It probably could've been lingerie. "Victorian modest manner meets California exotics- or something like that." She said, shrugging it off as she sat back into her chair with her coffee- still impressed with how he got it right. Or at least, it tasted right.

"When I think of the mythical legend of vampires, I think strength, cunning, seductive- all of the above just flourished into one, flawless body. The perfectly cursed." She explained further before digging into her drawer and pulling out an older magazine. "And I have this really cool website that I've found-" She said, turning the computer screen towards him. "They make fake fangs that look like real teeth. They're subtle, but classy and add to that whole... sexiness." She said with a small smirk as she then looked at him. "You think I'm crazy." For whatever reason, his facial expression seemed amused. She wasn't sure as to why- but it might have been just him making fun of her in his head. At least it was in his head.

Were they actually getting along and talking about swatches and ideas?

 

[loneiysong]

Roger smiled and came in seeing ehr look. It was the look that a mouse had before it took a bite from the cheese on the trap. Right before the slap and death. But Roger wanted to try. He hated dreading his work. It was his joy in his life. Maybe they were using the wrong words, wrong tones, wrong everything.

"Yes Hayden, I make coffee for those that I work closely to." He smiled seeing that she was going for a natural shade. Those pink glossy lips. He wanted to grip that ponytail, lean her head back and sink his lips into hers. Tasting that sensuality. He smiled adn moved over and sat down. He canted his head and then nodded.

"Good choice. Cocktail dresses are not it. Old fashioned I love. I like the idea of lace and sheef fabrics. But, go with me on this. We leave little shocks of red. Like." He began to flick through swatches of cloth and held up a red silky cloth. "Just little touches of red. Like the promise of sex hidden in danger. Hold on." He was inspired. He brought out his box of colored pencils and began to excitedly sketch out a dress that was short in front but had a long tail. It was done in gossamers and lace. But at the breast reaching to the hips was a corset and the corest was black leather with an overlay of red. The boots reaching up were dominatrix, but sexy. He turned it to show her.

"Like this. Not too much red. Dark colors. Like your blacks and plums and maybe even a midnight blue." He smiled adn then looked at her and nodded. "We could even look for models with naturally long incisors. I also loved your idea of maybe a few male models. We could make like a pair outfit. Like the same color theme but for a male and female." He looked down pulling out dark blues, purples, black, there was even a color that was dark dark red. He smiled adn looked up. "Maybe a pure bright red. The recurring theme." He smiled and looked at her and saw her look.

"No, I think you are genious. Back when I joined the magazine, it was all gothic romantic. But now we try to make it modern, but thats what my last outfits were trying to be. Gothic-victorian meets summer. All the summer pictures from Victorian times, the girls weren't painted up."

He was instantly awash with being a young boy. Romancing his girl under a Victorian sun. Laughing. Making love on a secluded beach. Promising. Promises never kept. He swallowed remembering how his heart twisted and broke as he watched his girl, grow old, have babies, love another man, and ultimately in a box being lowered into teh ground. He swallowed hard coloring in the latest dress idea.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

There was a sincere smile on Hayden's face. What was this? Whatever it was, she liked it. No arguing, no bickering, no coffee-spilling. It was fantastic. "We should agree more often." She said lightly before taking another sip of her coffee and leaning in to see the different sketches that he was coming up with. Promise of sex? Why did this intrigue her? "Yea, shocks of red! Exactly." She said, liking the silk red. She watched him color in the sketch and a small, satisfied smile creased onto her lips as she then looked at him. He looked strange- or tensed. She put her fingers lightly on his arm. "Are you okay?"

It was strange. Touching him. Something was different and her fingers quickly retracted. She felt like she had overstepped her boundary- or, their boundary. It wasn't like they were all of a suddenly friends. She just shook her head. "Sorry." She said, giving a light laugh as if she really were crazy. Maybe she was. Roger made her crazy. On many various levels.

"You're getting in touch with your inner vampire." She joked, trying to play it off. "I like it." Okay, so it was a compliment. So what? She was allowed to compliment people. It was nice that they were both enthusiastic about this topic at the same time. Different, but certainly a nice change.

 

[loneiysong]

"Perfect." He smiled and then looked down. He tore off the sketch and handed it to her so she could work on one of the make up palletes. He looked over and then swallowed. His stomach was twisting. He was drowning in his sorrow, no way out, but then, her touch. It felt as if a part of him was trying to repair itself. Like genuinely rejuvinate. She was doing it. Her touch. Looking at her, he blushed and chuckled. He nodded. "Yea, um..perfect." Roger said and looked into her eyes. No one made him feel so alive again. He then began working on some simple slacks for men and a beautiful casual black button down shirt with shocks of red running through.

He made her countless other dresses, all elegant with some sort of corset or a belt with red. One had a red ribbon woven into the waistline to create a bow at the back that served as a long train. That was the going theme in the sketches, something billowy and mysterious. Wether it was sleeves, skirts, or evern a collar. He smiled and after they had made enough sketches, he looked at her and leaned back and looekd at his watch.

"I should go to the wardrobe to get started, um, hey, crazy question, what are you doing for dinner later?" Roger looked at her. He didn't want to go too fast. He just, knew that when he felt like this, he shouldn't ignore it and hope it went away. He wanted her.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden stood up with him but almost completely lost her balance or support in her knees when he asked what she was doing for dinner later tonight. "Eating." She said, without any hesitation as if she needed to tell him an immediate answer. She then shut her eyes, slightly embarrassed by that. "Presumably..." She said with a shrug and then pressed her lips together. "Food." She finally finished her statement. She could feel it already. Clammy hands, speeding heart, flustered brain. She couldn't think or speak correctively- and for a moment she just looked at him. Was he trying to ask her out to dinner? Was this just a normal dinner? Friendliness... or...? Why was she overthinking this? Two people of the opposite sex could easily get together and have a normal dinner.

"Uh- did you want to grab something?" She asked, curiously, trying to keep it casual. "I mean, I don't have any specific plans." She shrugged. Did she want to have dinner with him? What if it was weird? Well, they could just argue about it later in the week.

 

[loneiysong]

"Yea?" He raised an eyebrow. She had accepted all of his sketches and they talked excitedly about it. He put the sketches away to work on them and he canted his head and looked at her. "Well, I hate eating dinner alone, I usually do. But, since we are not fighting, I don't know, maybe would you like to go try out a restaurant? It is Italian, I am not sure you like it. If you don't I can arrange for something else." He swallowed and looekd at her neck. Her blood was singing to him. He wanted to pull her close and kiss her lips. Taste her, explore her, worship her.

"But, if you don't want to I understand." He swallowed. He felt like a boy again. A small boy that was afraid of her. He smiled and looekd at her and cleared his throat. "Well, go ahead and think about it and let me know either way, I will be here until about five. You know what? Come by anyway, I should have the basics on the first dress done." He smiled adn then turned and all but ran to the door and walked forward.

He moved into his worshop. Pulling the models around, he began to pin ideas over the wall on them and blushed thinking of Hayden. Arched like a cat in the sun, in pleasure. Groaning to him. He could feel his arms almost around her. He put all his sexual wanting into designing the dress. It was easy and went along quickly. He smiled at the jacket. It was beautiful. It looked like a spider had made a web of red over the back over green. He put it on the model and pulled the gold bracer in the front closed and looked over the model.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden was pretty speechless. He really did want to have dinner with her. But only because he hated eating alone? He wanted her company, but not like that, right? She probably looked completely shocked at the idea of the two of them actually getting along for a night. She wanted to say yes, but she wasn't getting any words out. And when he left? She felt like she could finally breath. She wasn't holding her breath, and she even needed to lean on the desk for support at the thought of him. Wow... she was heavily attracted to him. Had she been suppressing it all of this time?

Nancy then knocked on her office doorframe as she straightened up with a breath and looked at Nancy as if nothing had just been tearing her body apart. "Yes?"

"Was that...?" Nancy asked, unbelievingly.

Hayden's lips pursed in thought trying to find a good thing to say about what had just happened. "Oh yea. Him. We're stuck working on a shoot together." She said softly, waving it off as if it were nothing. Oh, but it was everything.

"Hopefully you don't bite each other's heads off..." Nancy said as she handed some papers to Hayden.

Bite? Not heads... necks, wrists, and maybe shoulders- but not heads. She thought about it for a moment as a shiver went down her spine. She was going crazy. Just dinner. That's it. The entire day she was jittery and on-edge. She couldn't help but overthink everything about tonight. It was just dinner. She wasn't sure if this was a date-dinner, or just a dinner dinner... or... if she was just going crazy. It was about four thirty and she couldn't really wait. She quickly got up and grabbed her bag and a file she had been working on as she headed down to where Roger was. She knocked gently, before entering and seeing him twirling a couple of models around. She watched him- his grace. She watched him carefully, almost embodying him. Wanting every inch...

"Hi." She said, softly, mesmerized. No, she was mad at him. For... something. She could think of it soon- but she definitely wanted to hold her dignity. She wasn't going to fall for his little office tricks... right?

"Um... turns out I don't have any dinner plans tonight. And I have a particular craving for Italian." She said, with an innocent shrug.

 

[loneiysong]

He was misinterpeting her silence. He was stupid. She obviously hated him. He was not sure why, but she definitely hated him for something. Roger got the want to make love to her in a coffin, while he climbed walls with her holding onto him tightly. Biteing her body and feeling her arche and groan in her pleasure. He shook his head. He had been celebate for much too long.

Roger had lost himself in teh details of the jacket. He would work to the big details down. He would work on the detailed items of each outfit and then use some things to compliment them. He looked up seeing her and smiled and waved her in and chuckled. "Hey, just finished the jacket for what I call the Doorwoman vampire." He pulled the model forward and twisted it. The tails fluttered beautifully. As if it were moving so fast but the gossamer just frilling out.

"Ohh I am happy you are craving Italian. I love Italian. if you wait, I will get my things together and drive us, unless you want to just drive there." He smiled adn then looked at her and canted his head. "The choice is yours Hayden." He said softly putting the ball in her court so she wouldn't feel like he was forcing her.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden watched the model move flawlessly. Okay, so the jacket was a nice touch. She had even a faint smile on her face of approval. She walked up to him with a small smirk. "Looks alright." She said, giving a sufficient compliment of her own kind. She looked at him and then back at the model. At least he was busy. All of a sudden he was taking this seriously? It was just dinner, why was her heart racing?

"Yea, sounds good. I'll drive." She immediately said. She had to hold some form of an upper hand. She didn't drive anything fancy. She put most of her money into her flat, and she didn't see the point in investing so much money into a car she'd only keep for a few years or so- her taste was always changing. Right now, though, she drove a Prius. And she loved it as much as it loved the environment.

Hayden looked around his work area. It was far more different than her own- which would make sense. She only focused on the face, he focused on the body. Through her scanning, she saw the sketch that he had done earlier in her office. She saw many more of them and all of a sudden, Roger was talented... She never really thought that of him. Not that she thought he wasn't efficient in his job enough- she never saw him in a positive light.

 

[loneiysong]

He smiled and looked at the jacket. It was beautiful, and it was going to be popular. He put the model back and looked at him. Just alright. Running a hand through his hair, he looked at her. How he wanted to just clear that space between them, walk over to her, grip her hair and kiss her on the lips and give them both what they wanted. No Roger, you must wait. Be patient. He took in a deep breath and let it out.

"Great, then you can drop me off by my house before you go home." He smiled. Invite her up for some wine, show her your toys. He tried to quiet the mischievous dark side of him. The side that loved to watch women arch and moan and tremble at his touch. His kisses. He smiled and walked to his office soon coming back with a leather sachel. It looked to be more than 50 years old. When in fact it was as old as he was. He grinned and looked at her. "Shall we?"

He saw her looking around his work area. He had made a few more sketches when inspiration hit him. He had finished a black corset dress that had two long slits up the sides but the top was a beautiful soft fabric. A black satin with a dark grey paisley print. All sewn with a bright vibrant red. He looked at her and then around, glad he kept the images he had sketched of a woman looking like her arching as a vampire bit her neck. He turned and shut off the light on the sleeping sewing machines and locked the door. He smiled and looked at her.

"Lead the way."

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

There was this creeping tension between the two of them. But Hayden wasn’t going to feed into it. It’d be weird, right? They had just started getting along. What had changed? Adjusting her purse, she stepped into the elevator, waited for him, and then pressed the button. The tension was ever-so-clear right now.

Shit, say something…

“Strange that we haven’t argued once today…” She said around floor 11 as the elevator slowly descended downwards. Every time there was a subtle bing as each level was passed. Her heart was throbbing, as much as other parts of her body. Were they the only two in the building now? She took in a steady breath, exhaling softly through her lips as she thought about everything. Blue, curious eyes looked over at Roger- which was a mistake.

And right when she was about to say something else, the elevator doors opened and she became breathless. She hesitated walking out before giving a small smile- as if she was laughing at herself, and then stepped out to go towards the car. What was that? Between them? Was this a prank? Some kind of sick joke? She wasn’t even sure what it was, but whatever it was, it was certainly going to drive her mad.

Not that she’d drive him mad with her driving abilities. Hayden was a very cautious driver- but not the safest. She cut lanes, listening to his directions as to where to go. Okay, so she’d drop him off at his place. That’d be fine, right? And then there would be nothing more of it than a glass of wine. Right.

The arrived at the restaurant and were immediately seated after the waitress had looked at Roger. All of a sudden, Hayden was feeling defensive. It was her date. No… not date. Co-worker. Unbelievably attractive co-worker who has actually been nice today… despite their history. “Mmm… I think I’ll have a glass of the house wine, please.” She said to the waitress after the girl had asked what they wanted to drink.

Hayden crossed her legs, her heel resting gently against his leg. A part of her knew it was his leg- but the other part was hoping that it was the table. Either way, the better part of her really didn’t mind. At all.

 

[loneiysong]

Roger smiled adn stepped into the elevator with her and smiled looking forward. He looked at her as she decided to speak. He leaned hsi head back and chuckled a bit.

"It is because I am giving you what you always wanted. Granted you have worked hard for it." He smiled adn looked at her eyes. She was breathless. He could ehar her heart racing. Images of her flashing through his mind. Hearing her, smelling her, sensing her. It made him want to loose control. He shut his eyes and groaned feeling so many desires and urges. He panted and rubbed his hand against the pants and shut his eyesf or a moment and moved forward to her Prius and smiled. The only person who he allowed to drive was Rochelle. This would be interesting.

He found himself gripping onto what Rochelle called the "Oh Shit Handle" He smiled adn looked at her. He knew that in the case of an accident, Roger would crawl out and walk away fine. Just needing a few bags of blood.

They pulled outside of "La Mama Bella". He chuckled and smiled looking at her. Stepping out, he wrapped an arm around her waist and walked with her into the restaurant. Seeing her look at the waitress, he chuckled and pulled Hayden in closer and walked to the booth that was quiet and secluded.

As he sat down, he smiled reading the menu when he felt her heel against his leg. Lord! Women and high heels. He felt himself becoming aroused under the table and blusehd a bit. He reached down. Taking her shoe off, he began to rub the thumb of his hand up and down her foot and smiled.

"I think that the Bella Sampler looks good. It is built for two people though, do you want to share?" He smiled and looked at her. His blue eyes glowing in the soft candlelight of the restaurant.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Hayden looked over the menu at Roger. Things seemed to be normal, right? Then she felt something. Him removing her heel. Her heart raced. Her pulse was racing all to her foot at his cold touch. She cleared her throat and straightened up as she tried to not lose her mind completely- but it was far gone. She tried to focus on the food- the wine, even. She took a generous sip that caused her heart rate to subside just a bit. A calming dilution that was decadent in and of its own. She was going to speak, but her voice would’ve cracked in some odd tone that she didn’t want to. So she just smiled at him softly. “Yea. Sure.” She said faintly. Blue eyes looked at him, then at his lips. There was curiosity boiling beyond the border.

She pulled her foot away in a desperate attempt to remain composure as she slid her heel back on and breathed for what seemed like the first time since they sat down. “That way we can taste a little bit of everything…” She said slowly as she looked at the menu. Anywhere besides him.

“So you never did tell me the story…um… of how you got started in The Bite.” She said to him, trying to change subject matter.

 

[loneiysong]

Roger heard her heart spike and race as he messaged her foot. He could almost smell her arousal. So faint. He felt his mouth water. How he would love to taste everything her body had to offer. He smiled adn canted his head and then looked down. He folded the menu. They would get a salad, soup, and a few of the entrees served family style. He leaned forward as he took a small sip of water. She was pulling her foot away, he fought the urge to grab her foot and pull her forward to him and hold her close. Her soft supple flesh pressing against his hard one and he would lean down kissing her jaw, down her throat, to her collar bone. His teeth would tickle and tease, but not bite. No, he would bite as she reached orgasm. Then he would-

Shit she was talking.

"Oh, how I got started in The Bite." He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. Him and Francis had been friends ever since Natasha brought him home as a sick child. Natasha and him. Roger ran a finger over one lone gold ring her wore and cleared his throat looking at her. "Well, I started out when The Bite was basically unheard of. Natasha and I go way back. She always had an eye for fashion and beauty, I had an eye for women and how they looked in things. And she had some money left behind from a lover, and thats how it started." He cleared his throat. He glossed over the details that the Bite had been around for a long time. A guide into the dark and occult, every few hundred years shaking off its form to be reborn as something else.

"I remember how you started. You were the most promising intern. And now, you are the most promising employee I have seen in a long time." He smiled watching her. Praying that she wouldn't become Natasha's next great meal.

 

[Puff Of Posativa]

Way back? That was bizarre. She didn't figure The Bite was around very long before she got there. She drank some of her wine as she listened to him and then grinned at his comment about her starting. "Oh god..." She said, laughing lightly. "It was horrible. I applied to intern as a columnist but Natasha liked my lipstick so much she insisted I get on board with the skin care." She smiled, thinking back to that interview and that very awkward moment of being interrogated as to what makeup she was wearing. She was sure she was wearing some off-brand of sorts. Being freshly out of college, she couldn't have exactly afforded the higher brands. And now look at her- she never loved makeup so much.

There was a slight blush along her face as she heard his compliment.

The salads came first, then the soups. She really liked the soups. But for the love of god she couldn't keep her eyes off of Roger. He was gorgeous. And everything about him was so bloody graceful, she almost envied him. "So how long have you been working at The Bite?" She asked, curiously, looking at him. He was there before her, and Natasha was owning it. It didn't seem like that much longer than she had been- but he was so much better at his job than she'd ever be. He just knew.

 

[loneiysong]

He chuckled listening to her story. He leaned back and watched her as talked about her own life. He rested his head on his hand and watched her. Those lips talking. Moving. He took in a deep breath and let her words lull him into a sleep. He then leaned up and chuckled softly as teh food came. He ate at his food listening and talking when appropriate, but then the subject took a turn for the worst. Why were they talking so much about work? He wanted to talk about her. Ask her if she ever had a man chew instant dry chocolate off her nipples. He blinked and cleared his throat a bit.

"I have been working at The Bite for about 10 years now. Maybe more." He shrugged. "It is more like play. I love what I do, and I like to think I am good at it. Although, some people think that I am terrible and need to get with the times." He gave a pointed, but very playful, look to Hayden. Roger noticed the way she watched him and looked at her canting his head a bit.

"Tell me Hayden, do you have a boyfriend?" He swallowed that question was out before he could stop it. Now she would know that he was interested and there was nothing he could do about it. Oh Well.