She tries to bargain

She holds your gaze, her lips trembling slightly. She takes a deep breath and you can seen her nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress.

"I asked...some people...they said you were a...fair man. A man of your word," she bites her lip again, as though gathering courage before continuing. "They said you could be cruel, but you kept your word."

"I'm curious who told you that," you smile.

"I'd rather not say...but I hope it's true...because if you give me your word that you'll help Philip..."

"You'll do 'whatever'," you chuckle softly, finishing the sentence for her. She bites her lip again and nods her head rapidly, her eyes brimming.

"And what if you're informant was wrong? What if I give you my word and take 'whatever' and then throw your husband to the wolves? What then Naomi?"

She looks at you with anxious eyes, her foot bobbing nervously.

"Then...I don't know...I'm...I don't have many choices..."

"No. No you don't." You say coldly. "Tell you what I'll do Naomi. I'll do 'whatever'. Take 'whatever' I want. And if 'whatever' is good enough, if 'whatever' performs well enough, then I'll see what I can do for Philip."

She looks at you, her face stricken with dread, her lips pressed together and tears starting to spill.

"That's the deal Naomi. Take it or leave it." You gaze at her implacably, eyeing her ripeness.

"If you're leaving it, get out. If you're taking it, strip the dress off. Let me see if you're as hot a piece of fuck meat as you look."