Girl, He's a Charmer``Ade::INACTIVE

[rocky]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]
Subject: RE: Naughty Sprite

I like roses perfectly well, thank you -- but in quantities I can count on my fingers and toes. Unless it was your intention to choke me to death with hayfever, in which case: well played.

--
Adrienne Heart,
Heart Matters; Plush Magazine.

P.S. You'd have to ask Rupert. It's between he and I now.[/ul]

[mabs]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]

Subject: Naughty Sprite

You know what they say. Bigger is better. In which case, I would be the best you've ever seen.

--
A. Reed Armstrong, J.D. Attorney-at-law
Senior Partner, Armstrong and Copeland.

P.S. Ah well, my secretary keeps leaning over to try to distract me from you, Miss Heart. Should I send her your sentiments?[/ul]

[rocky]

Adrienne paused. She had the distinct impression that Reed Armstrong was jealous of their janitor, who was easily sixty years old if he was a day, and had at least one prosthetic limb. At least one because Adrienne was sure it had switched sides in the time that she had known him, but she had thought it might be too rude to ask.

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]
Subject: RE: Naughty Sprite

Jealousy does not become you, Mr Armstrong. Why don't you just edit your signature, so it always adds 'P.S. my penis is big'?
--
Adrienne Heart,
Heart Matters; Plush Magazine.

P.S. It's not how large it is, it's what you do with it that counts. Top tip: 'thinking with it' doesn't count. Send your secretary my heartfelt condolences.
[/ul]

[mabs]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]

Subject: Fiesty!

I'm sure I could teach you things you've never seen before. Just because you twist the ears of the female population into thinking that you know exactly what men want doesn't make you an expert on sex, love.

--
A. Reed Armstrong, J.D. Attorney-at-law
Senior Partner, Armstrong and Copeland.

P.S. It is large. Massive. Huge. Gargantuan. Almost as large as my ego. [/ul]

[rocky]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]
Subject: Selfish men...

...make selfish lovers.


--
Adrienne Heart,
Heart Matters; Plush Magazine.

[/ul]

[mabs]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]

Subject: Touche.

However, unless you try it, you shall never know. A like to think of women like books. Complex and intriguing. And I would be lying if I said I didn't want to get inside your pages, Heart.

--
A. Reed Armstrong, J.D. Attorney-at-law
Senior Partner, Armstrong and Copeland.

P.S. I bet you're a screamer. [/ul]

[rocky]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]
Subject: RE: Touche

That's a bet we may never settle.

--
Adrienne Heart,
Heart Matters; Plush Magazine.
[/ul]

[mabs]

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]

Subject: Adieu.

I must be off to settle a few contracts, my dear. Take care of those tickets for me. And I will see you at nine o-clock sharp.

--
A. Reed Armstrong, J.D. Attorney-at-law
Senior Partner, Armstrong and Copeland.

P.S. When we have sex, I willmake you scream. Tata. [/ul]

[rocky]

What a charmer. Adrienne narrowed her eyes. It may have been fun to torment him, and to let him torment her, but it was less appealing to be told so flatly his intentions. She didn't quite know the appropriate, modern way to react.

She didn't want a relationship with him. If she was going to do anything, a casual encounter would have been it. She was no stranger to a one night stand, either. So what was the correct way to tell a woman you wanted to shag her rotten? She didn't know, but she was certain that wasn't it.

[/b] [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]

Subject: RE: Adieu

Bring a date and your own set of tickets, in that case, Mr Armstrong.

--
Adrienne Heart
Heart Matters; Plush Magazine[/ul]