[There was a sense of accomplishment when she'd settled on his lap, a smile lighting his features, his hand sliding up her leg to just around her thigh, holding her there.]

Of course it was. She used to work for me. You, on the other hand... your imperviousness to me makes you different by that alone, but if you think it's just that-- it's not. You're different. Much more interesting. It doesn't hurt that you're incredible in bed.