Elevator Music To Your Ears

"Well... If that's what ya want it ta' be, sweetheart. Clyde muttered slyly as he eyed up the lovely Gwen. He wasn't going to call a friendly outing with Gwen a 'date'. But he wasn't against it either! Honestly, never in a million years did he think he'd ever go on a date with a girl like her. It was her words, not his and he wasn't against it. He acted cool so she honestly didn't see how shy he'd probably be having a night on the town with her. She wasn't exactly any run of the mill typical girl.

She was such a ten out of ten jewel, he knew striking her in the match was completely out of the question. Maybe a clothesline across the chest would be just fine.

Without much needed to be said, Clyde began to pick himself up as Gwen offered her hand. Shaking her hand with a bright smile.

"If ya need help paying fer it, I don't mind." He said with a laugh before nodding to Gwen and trying to keep up with what she was saying... serendipitous was a new one.

"Uhh... I liked meeting you as well!" He said before feeling the elevator suddenly begin to move. "Hey! It's back! Guess ya don't have ta' be trapped with me after all... Until we're in the ring together that is." He muttered, flashing Gwen a quick wink.

"Oh come now, as if you were truly so primitively neanderthalic to request only carnivorous delights from one as incalculably wealthy as I. Since first laying your dull and vacant eyes upon me waltzing through that elevator door, I suspect that you've no doubt been biding your time patiently for the perfect opportunity to make your play and be granted the unparalleled privilege of courting one as utterly resplendent as myself~..." Gwen delusionally remarked with a coy smirk and her free hand on her curvy hip while shaking his hand. A bit too firm for her delicate liking, but she certainly didn't expect Clyde properly bow his head while daintily hold her hand. Such was the societal norm for whenever Gwen was in a gentleman's company.

Be that as it may...as simple-minded as he was, she begrudgingly admitted that there may have possibly been an infinitesimal iota of rustic charm to Clyde to go along with that dashing smile and rakish wit of his. Her thoughts abounding as to how intriguing it would be to have him under her thumb when the elevator would suddenly spring to life. The prospect of returning to her daily life had never felt more appealing...

After being jostled free of their amicable handshake, the heiress would bend down to pick up her battery drained tablet before facing Clyde once more. Catching that flirty wink of his and smiling devilishly in response.

"...*giggle*...Perhaps." Gwen elegantly replied with her hands folded behind her back before beginning to take striding steps in his direction. An elegant waltz that boldly closed the distance between them until she effectively had him pinned to the wall, her bewitching hazel-eyed gaze transfixed upon the cowboy before the elevator suddenly came to a complete stop in the lobby.

"Although...I do believe the far more likely outcome...is that you'll be the one entrapped with me~..." Gwen whispered under her breath and in closer proximity than they had ever been. The salacious implications of her words intending to dance mirthfully in his head before she raised her index finger up to faintly touch his the underside of his chin. "...and it's Madam Bettencourt." With that, Gwen would turn to exit the elevator through it's opening doors. Swarms of Primol employees enveloping her surroundings and ensuring that she was safe from her harrowing ordeal as she was escorted through the lobby and towards her limo outside.

Clyde, again, was a little bewildered by Gwen's words at first and they took a moment to process. But eventually, and somewhat rather quickly he caught onto what Gwen was saying.

"...What?" Clyde exclaimed like he had been caught on the act. Was it obvious that he had been ogling Gwen? But it was never his attention to TRY and take her out on a date! This girl didn't know what she was talking about!

But after being polite with her and making his joke, any attempts at probably clearing the air were thrown out the window. He let go of her soft hand and blushed as she giggled after giving him a rather interesting grin that seemed almost mischievous... As she then began to step towards with long, elegant steps , getting closer and closer to the point where Clyde began to step back, only to find himself pinned to the wall  as their hips and chest bumped until Clyde was flat against the elevator wall with Gwen right up against him.

"Uhm..." He blushed bashfully as his eyes locked onto her mesmerizing hazel stare, his face redder than a tomato as he struggled to speak, only to just remain silent as Gwen's sultrily whispered so close to him, making his heart bounce and race as he heard her suggestive tease  before giving a faint gasp as he felt her soft finger touch his chin, making his head raise up  as he stared at her with an open jaw and weary gaze.

"...Huuh..." Huffed the flustered, mesmerized cowboy. "R-Right...M-Madam..." He breathed before Gwen turned around, letting his chin drop as he watched her step out of the elevator before she was swallowed up in a sea of lackeys while Clyde's mind raced on what had just happened in this elevator, watching Gwen disappear as he touched his chin, feeling Gwen's gentle touch still upon him as the doors shut once more.