Entering the ladies room she took a deep breath and looked herself in the mirror. So he wasn't so interest in her acting as he was in her physique. Not that she was surprised, she knew the show business enough and he was not the first director to try to get her to trade sex for a part. She considered his offer: he was not handsome, but he had his charm, and he had that English accent that was already half way with her.
Give him what he wanted would be easy. She could probably even get this in her advantage. Give him the best sex of his life; maybe turn this attraction into something more useful. Make him really need her and then manipulate him to give her the part and maybe even other favors for her carrier. He looked dumb enough to fall for that. And she could play dumb to get to him. Make him think he had the upper hand and than strike him.
That would be easier than trying to get another profitable job in that country, and since her relationship with Sherlock had evolved a little, she would really like to stay in the country for a while.
The face looking back at her had a smirk on. She knew how to play this game very well, to seduce and deceive and get what she wanted. To take advantage of her beauty and of the stupidity of men when they were sexually aroused.
"You look like you're about to do something very naughty." A familiar voice cut her strain of thought.
She turned around surprised and saw Jim Moriarty standing behind her, in a very stylish suit with his hands in his pockets. He had an amused boyish smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" She asked. Her heart beat raced and her body tensed. She began to look for ways out of that place.
"Needed to pee." He said.
"This is the ladies room." She replied trying to sound cool and don't let on her fear.
"Really?" He asked acting confused. Then he gave shoulders. "Well, you know how I don't care about these silly society rules."
"Well, let me give you privacy, then." She said, walking to the door. It was the only way out.
He placed himself in her way. She step to the side trying to get pass him, but he moved with her, obstructing her passage.
She sighed and looked at him defiant.
"You look dashing, my dear. I loved what you've done with your hair. This color really brings out your eyes." He said, running his hand through her hair.
His touch made her shiver with fear and tense even more. He noticed that and his smile got wider.
"Please, let me pass." She asked firmly.
"Do you really prefer the company of that chauvinistic excuse of a director who's trying to get into your pants than mine?"
"Oddly enough, yes." She said and tried to pass through him again. He held her arm and pulled her back. She fought him and tried to escape his grip but he held her strongly and pressed her against the wall.
"Shush." He said, restraining her. "You're overreacting, I just want to talk."
She took a deep breath and stop debating herself.
"Good." He said feeling her relax. He released her and stepped back. "I missed your energy, my dear." He said with an amused smile.
"I'm in the middle of a job interview, Moriarty. What do you want?" She asked harsh.
"Well, to make you a better job offer."
"I don't work for you anymore, remember?"
"Yes, I do, but I thought you'd make an exception this time. It's something especial."
"Not interested."
"Not even in the Blue Diamond?"
She didn't answer right way, trying to control herself. Her fear had been instantly replaced by an uncontrollable curiosity. She looked at him suspiciously.
"The Blue Diamond is in Paris, very well guarded. It's impossible to get." She said, and regretted it immediately. She had just shown him she was interest.
He smiled. "What if I told you it's not in Paris. That it's here in London, very poorly guarded for a brief window of time, and that I have means to grant you access to it."
"I'd say you're bluffing. That it's a trap."
"It's not a bluff and it's not a trap, my suspicious little kitten. There's a real opportunity to get that diamond, and I want to offer you the chance to be the one to get it."
"Why me?"
"Well, you weren't my first choice, and I'll have to adjust the plans a little for you. But I don't want to fight anymore and I wish we could get back to be business partners. Even business partners with benefits, like we used to be." He smiled wickedly. "And because I can't help but adore the irony of you being back in London just when this opportunity appeared. It seems almost too perfect to be true."
He sounded sincere, but she knew she couldn't trust him. He looked like a normal and civilized businessman now, but he was a psychopath. He cared for nothing but his games, that normally got people killed. He had killed people before and he had tried to kill her. She was sure he hadn't finish the job because he was still attracted to her and he though she could still be interest to play with. And this had to be a game he was playing. He wouldn't just give her the diamond.
"What's the catch?" She asked suspicious.
"Shall we discuss this some other place? I can tell you all the details on the way."
"No, tell me now."
He approached her in a menacing way. "You come with me now, or the offer expires."
"As I said, I'm in the middle of a job interview." She replied with a smile.
He sighed and she saw he was loosing his patience. Although she knew it was very dangerous to toy with him, she couldn't help to feel a little delight in knowing she could still make him loose his patience. He was always so proud of his self-control that it was just amusing to make him loose it.
She grinned a little too much for her own sake with that thought.
"Don't try to play smart with me, love. You know you can't win." He said menacing noticing her grin.
"I know that. That's why I'm not interest." She said seriously, trying to sound really sure of herself. Inside she knew that she wanted that diamond very badly, for years, and it was breaking her heart to let it go again. But it wasn't worth risking her life getting involved with him again.
His eyes went black with rage and she feared he would forget completely that they were in a public place and it would be easy for someone to recognize him if he lost control and actually killed her.
He restrained a very strong desire to break her neck. Although, that was what he wanted to do. He hated that she had that power to make him angry, to make him loose his control. But what he hated the most was her rejection. Was being denied those lips and that body. He hated still wanting her.
He stepped back breathing heavily and she noticed his control returning to him. "Are you sure?" he asked with a firm and smooth voice.
"Yes." More sure now that she saw murder in his eyes.
"Fine. Have fun seducing your director into giving you a lousy part in his stupid film. It's your only chance to get a job. You think I was blackballing you before, you wait for what I'm going to do now." He threatened her.
"I'm not afraid of you."
"Yes, you are. But you think you can survive without me. Well, my dear, you can't. You're only alive because I allow it. I tried to be nice and waited for you to realize your mistake and come back to me. I'm done waiting. I'm going to teach some humbleness, now. And when I'm finished with you, you'll be mine again."
"I'll die before that." She said.
"Oh, no. No, no, no." He said getting back to his confident and mean self. "Before that, I'm going to hurt you. Very much" He gave a wicked smile. "And you're going to beg for me to take you back or for me to take your life. Goodbye, my dear. See you soon."
When he left the room she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. She knew she had crossed a very dangerous line. He was really mad now and he wouldn't just leave her alone. She had to leave the country and wait for him to calm down, or run after him and say she would take the job. She wouldn't give in to him so she was only left with the choice of running.
She left the ladies room and went back to the table where she had left her purse.
"Oh, you took your time. I've paid already. Shall we go?" He said standing up and grabbing her hand.
She brushed him off and took her purse. "Sorry. Maybe some other time." She said, leaving him without waiting for any reply and blowing her chance of a carrier in the English movie business, and some more time with her favorite detective. She would be safer in the States anyway.