Elijah dropped his fork. Natasha kept gleaming, her eyes lighting up. She was peeking into his eyes, hoping he'll endorse her offer.
"You can just call your chauffeur. I'm sure he wouldn't mind coming back to pick you up." Elijah stated and went on eating.
Ivory looked away with a victorious smile. Elijah had just turned down Natasha's request of dropping her at home. It was all she had been hoping for but never thought was attainable. At least, they won't get the chance to spend the night together as she had imagined. Ivory was still basking in the glory of her little triumph when Natasha implored again.
"Please Eli." she entreated with a repeated blink, her voice sounding like a lonely child's.
"b***h" Ivory muttered under her breath and shoved a large chunk of pasta in her mouth.
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