A look across a room, eyes that burn into her coldly, appraising her, scientific almost. She blushes and looks down without knowing why. Later the same man is being introduced to her, his smile is polite but knowing, is it all in her head? Surely he can't see her dirty little thoughts the way his amused expression would suggest.
They talk a while, she tries to take charge of the conversation, win back some ground, but without being aggressive he somehow manages to steer her in directions she didn't want to go, she's opening up to him, telling him about her private life, as if she's known him for years.
Eventually the words stop, he's looking at her again, calm, powerful. "You should go," he whispers.
She's startled, doesn't he like her? Is he bored? Her eyes are wide and she doesn't know what to say.
He smiles cruelly, "or I'm going to make you do all sorts of sordid things, there's no way you can resist me."
She breathes deeply, relief and arousal filling her. "I'm not going anywhere," she murmurs coyly.