She takes the bait

"Can I just crash at your place for the night, if that's okay?" Carrie managed to get out in reply. There was no way in hell she wanted to she your face.

"Of course, of course. I've got a pool house that's currently empty." The bait was set. Troy knew he needed to take it slow with Carrie in her current emotional state. Pushing too hard could freak her out. Even volunteering to sleep on the couch may set off warning bells- but a room in an entirely different building?! He hadn't made much money on it as an AirBnB, but he was sure his investment would pay off soon.

She nodded, still reeling from your perceived indiscretions.

Time for the second move. "Do you want me to stop somewhere and get you some pajamas or a toothbrush?" Pajamas. Hell, I'd break into a Victoria's Secret to see that body.

"Oh, sure, that would be great," she replied, still sounding a million miles away.

The art of manipulation was quite similar to bullying- make the other person feel responsible for your actions. He pulled up to a big box store. Manipulation also required risk-

"You can stay in the car," Troy offered.

"Yah... I guess I look a bit of a mess, don't I?" Her eyes were puffy and her mascara was on the verge of running.

Not as much of a mess after we fuck. "If so, you're the prettiest mess I've ever seen."

She smiled. The charm offensive had worked. He headed into the store, a man on a mission.