I done made the devil a deal

He made me pretty

He made me smart

And I'm gonna to break me a million hearts

I'm hell on heels, baby, I'm comin' for you

- Pistol Annies

"So what do you say?" Michonne inquired, back straight, shoulder squared, one hand on her waist and a self assured smirk gracing her lips. Rick couldn't but admire her pure confidence from his seat behind his desk. She had refused the chair that he had offered when she had walked in his office, a power move for certain. He liked it, he liked a lot of things about her. her confidence to start with, how she would never cower to intimidation, her intelligence and her figure. But he wouldn't dare to let her know all of that.

If his assumptions were correct, the raised eyebrow let him know that she saw through his weak facade.

"Something tells me that if I didn't agree to your request you would make my life a living nightmare." He drawled out, leaning back in his chair. He had seen her in action in the courtroom, she was a true force of nature. She would reduce big shot lawyers to mere boys and really, he would let her break him.

"Among other things." She gave him a predatory smile, Rick held her glare almost losing his demeanor at the glint in her eyes. What did that say about him that he truly enjoyed this. He stayed silent for a moment, pretending that he was assessing her demands. Michonne leaned forward placing both hands on his desk, revealing more of her cleavage to his greedy eyes.

"Now Sheriff, we're both busy people. Why don't you stop pretending that you won't actually go with my request and put yourself out of misery?" She stated, cocking her head to the side. Rick mimicked her as he laced his hands over his stomach. Still trying to keep a stoic persona, his eyes reducing to slits. She was truly something, he looked her over unashamedly before meeting her gaze.

"Alright, if that gets you out of my office." He responded, gaining a seductive smile from Michonne, it was frankly a bold lie. If he could keep her with him as long as possible it would choose to do so.

"Good choice." She said, before straightening up and making her way out of his office, aware of his eyes following her.