Lion Head Mesa [WP] Don't try to save us cause we're doing it right

She was expecting him to watch her go.  She wanted to linger in his thoughts, and she imagined he'd look back and wonder until his curiosity got the better of him.  Then he'd call for her and she would, like she always did, choose to string him along or let him wonder.

This wasn't at all what she bargained for.

Tierra's expression was startled as he shoved her against the stone.  Her instant reaction was irritation, but there was finally enough fear to keep her from saying anything.  She was stunned into silence.  No one had ever physically come after her like this outside of a spar and the threat, though he didn't speak it, was clear.

I am given.  In return, I give.  Through her alcohol haze and the shock, she experienced a burgeoning of dislike.  He was still attractive, and yet even with his title, she refused to accept that he had the right to take her by choice.  Sybol's forwardness had drawn her in, but Ramesses' doused her attraction like a cold waterfall.

No way she would come when he called.  She was going to enjoy his party her own way, get lost in the fun she could have, then leave and let his wife deal with his obvious issues.  What a dick.

Her eyes burned as she lowered them.  She felt sick.  If he didn't stop her, she'd slip away without a word, then quickly make her way out of the bathing space.