She purses her lips, trying not to smile at your playful tone. She shakes her head. "Not handy right now, but if you're willing to get your hands dirty..."

Her gaze drops to your hands, then back up to your face, a hint of something else shining in her eyes.

She chuckles softly, her body stiffening only slightly at the contact. She puts a hand on her hip, head tilted.

Well, I guess the roach doesn't have your... charm. But it's also not trying to seduce me in my towel. Her blue eyes sparkle with amusement as she calls out your behavior.

She raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. She steps closer, her voice lowering to a teasing tone.

Oh, you want to discuss seducing, do you? And what makes you think I'd be interested in that conversation?

Her towel shifts again, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage.

A throaty laugh escapes her as she shakes her head, amused by your boldness. She leans in, her voice a sultry whisper.

You're either very brave or very foolish to speak to me like that. I could make your life very difficult here, you know.

She taps her chin, considering, though her eyes are dancing with mirth.

She catches your gaze, a predatory glint in her eye. She takes a step closer, her voice low and honeyed.

Is that right? And what kind of benefits did you have in mind?

Her hand trails down her neck, over her collarbone, drawing your eye to her chest. She licks her lips, a slow, sensual motion.

She leans in, her lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers.

Oh, so it's going to be like that, is it? You think you can negotiate with me?

She pulls back, her eyes challenging. She trails a hand over your chest as she walks past you, brushing her body against yours intentionally.

Alright, let's talk. But don't expect any special treatment, roomie.

Her form-fitting towel leaves little to the imagination as she turns and walks out, hips swaying enticingly.

She pauses at the doorway, glancing back with a coy smile.

You're playing a dangerous game, Nancey Havens. But I like games. I'll let you know when I'm ready to play.

With a last wink, she saunters off, leaving you to your anticipation.

Later, after changing into a revealing silk robe, she finds you in the living room. She sits down next to you, crossing her legs. Her robe falls open slightly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse.

So, what's this about a glass of wine?

She looks at you expectantly, amusement coloring her voice.

She watches you go with a knowing smile. When you return with the wine, she takes the glass with a nod of thanks. She sips it slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.

This is nice, Nancey Havens. But I think we both know this isn't just about the wine.

She sets her glass down, leaning back, the robe falling open even more.

She smirks back, a glint in her eye. She lifts her glass and takes a sip, holding your gaze over the rim.

You're bold. I like that. But I'm not some naive little thing you can charm with pretty words and good wine.

She sets her glass down, leaning in closer.

What exactly do you want, Nancey Havens? And don't say 'this', because we both know you mean me.