Liza is to prove her sincerity

Liza stood behind the polished mahogany bar, her platinum bob gleaming under the club's ambient lighting. Her makeup was flawless—thin lines of black eyeliner accentuating sharp grey eyes that watched their approach with carefully manufactured innocence. A silvery dress hugged her curves like a second skin, the material catching light as she shifted her weight between high-heeled open-toe sandals that revealed perfectly manicured feet - nails painted blood red to match her lipstick. The dress' slit revealed toned thighs that flexed subtly as she leaned forward on the bar, greeting them with a **** smile.

“Welcome back, Jack. Millia.” Her eyes lingered on Millia’s flushed face, but she didn’t comment. “Thanks for coming.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Jack replied. "Your office." He walked straight past her, Millia in tow, not giving her the chance to argue. As he passed, he yet again released the Breath of Aphrodite, brushing Liza's bare arm with a finger. He heard her inhale sharply behind him, but didn't look back. He knew she was following them.

The office was empty. Jack closed the door behind Liza, then turned to her. Millia stood beside him, her eyes fixed on Liza.

“So,” Liza said, gesturing to the couch by the wall as she sat down in the armchair facing it. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

Jack sat down on the couch, Millia slipping down next to him, her leg touching his. “Let’s,” he agreed. “What did you want to say?”

Liza crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in the chair. “Look, Jack,” she said, “I’m sorry about last night, okay? It was out of line. I let the embarrassment get to me and I took it out on you. That was wrong of me.” Her expression was sincere and honest, the very epitome of a woman regretting her past transgressions. Jack didn’t trust it farther than he could throw her. “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” She looked at him pleadingly, her lips pursed like a pouting child.

Jack regarded her. Her eyes flickered over to Millia for a moment, lingering over her naked legs and bare feet, having kicked off her sandals to fold her feet up on the couch. Liza's breathing was a bit uneven, cheeks turning rosy. Jack held back his smile. The Breath of Aphrodite was working wonders again.

He turned to Millia. “What do you say, Mil? Should we forgive this woman who tried to **** you?”

Millia sat still, her eyes locked on Liza. “I don't think so, mast- Jack. I'm only hearing words. Words are empty without actions.” She looked at Liza, her expression cold. “You called him an insect. A vermin. You don't do that to my... to Jack." Her voice was ice.

Liza's eyes widened as she looked between Jack and Millia. "Look, I'm really, really sorry about that. I didn't mean it, I was just angry. I-"

"Quiet." Millia's voice was like a whip, and Liza shut up, her face growing even redder. "Words are wind, coming from someone like you. Make me believe them." She leaned forward, her cleavage pressing against the fabric of her dress as she placed her hand on Jack's thigh. "Convince me you are sincere."

Liza's eyes followed Millia's hand. Her breathing was definitely labored now, and she was squeezing her own thigh. "How?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Millia smiled, her hand massaging Jack's leg. Jack just sat back and watched. "Get on your knees," Millia said. "And kiss my feet."

Liza's eyes snapped to hers. "What?" she hissed. "Are you kidding me? I'm not-"

“Are you not sincere about your apology?” Millia interrupted. “If you are, then prove it.” She kept rubbing Jack's thigh, and he placed his hand on hers, feeling the heat through the fabric of her chiton. The floral, rosy fragrance of her was intoxicating and he had to restrain himself from burying his nose between her legs, right there.

Liza stared at them. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy. "I'm not going to kiss... I'm not your damn ****," she said through gritted teeth.

Millia raised her wonderful, bare feet, putting them against the edge of the table between them. "Kiss them, harlot." She wiggled her toes, the golden anklets gleaming.

Liza looked at her feet, then back at Jack, who raised an eyebrow at her. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the barely suppressed arousal. "Jack, you don't expect me to do this, do you?"

Jack shrugged. "This is what Mil asks of you. As far as I'm concerned, she's letting you off easy."

The platinum blonde woman let out a strangled noise. “Jack, come on. This is-” she looked at Millia again. “This is just to **** me!"

Millia wiggled her toes again. "Kiss my small, cute little toes, harpy. Or ask us to leave."

Liza looked like she wanted to scream, but she didn't throw them out. Which honestly surprised Jack. He doubted she’d even considered it, had it not been for the fact that the Breath of Aphrodite was wreaking havoc on her mind right now. And perhaps, that it was Millia's feet being offered to her.

“Fuck,” she finally growled. “But don't ever claim that I don't appreciate you, Jack. Ever.”