Effie's POV

Why was he doing this to me. Didn't he know that every glance, every smile, every time I turned my back and felt his eyes burning into me it drove me insane?.

Of course he knew.

This was Haymitch.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Just like he had done this morning when he'd touched me the way that he had and got me all excited only to walk away, proud of himself that he hadn't been weakened by me.

He must feel weakened by me. I'm under his skin I can feel it. He's been eyeing me up all evening the way that a cat eyes up the cream cart.

You see, my little display of exposure intrigued him today. For the first time I do believe he really noticed me, as a woman, not just another colleague.

He became curious about me.
Well, we all know what happened to the curious cat now don't we...

Curiosity for Haymitch is like a fine malt whiskey. It's intoxicating, addictive and if he wants it he'll have it, no matter what and he'll not give a care in the world about the consequences.

I've seen many a teary eyed girl leave his company before now with a parting slap to his face.

Heartbreaker huh?

Well, I'll be damned if I let him think he's effecting me.

I just wish that he wasn't.

"Nice dress" he whispered.

I sat at the head of the table and Haymitch sat to my right.
Those damn eyes of his. Deep and sparkling. Full of mystery and wandering slowly over my bare shoulders.

"Thank you Haymitch, nice of you to notice" of course, I'd worn it on purpose.

A little reminder of what he almost tasted this morning.

Strapless and tailored, baring the skin I so often have to cover up for work.

He noted the freckles at my collar bone and a flash of remembrance flickered across his face, the freckles on my chest match the freckles on my nose, freckles now so lightly hidden by my powder and blush.

His eyes then ventured further south before returning to his plate of dinner. Then I noticed his grip upon the table cloth.

Wait.

Maybe I didn't have to worry at all about showing him the effect he had on me. I was so much better at this than he was.

I was effecting him.

The man was a fluttering mess.

I let my foot 'accidently' graze his shin, his grip loosened on his fork and it came clattering down.

His eyes burned into me then.

Thank god for Cinna and the rest.

Without them I'm sure my poor little dress would be shredded across the floor somewhere by now.

Heartbreaker?

He was nothing but a silly little boy in a boat, wading out into the sea of a hot blooded woman.

It was time to punch a few holes into his boat.

Mwahahahahaaaaa! Go effie!