"You said I flirted with someone?" Rafayel breathed, his voice close behind me.  This implies a softer, perhaps more intense, delivery.

I shrugged him off, focusing instead on removing a hairpin from my hair.  It snagged, and a sharp pain made me cry out.

Rafayel immediately examined how the hairpin was tangled in my hair. "It's quite embedded, Leslie. I think we'll need baby oil, or a similar lubricant, to free your hair."

"I bet Leticia has some." A grimace twisted my face. 

"Wait a sec, I'll go get it. Stay here." Rafayel efficiently left the lavish room.

"That's just great," I said sarcastically. 

My phone vibrated in my bag,...