Effusive

"Gushing is not my style," she said.

She's not kidding, he thought. Her heels struck the floor like knives, and the cut of her coat was vicious, sharp against her body. Black hair pulled back in a bun, severe and yet sexy, with those wisps flowing around her face. Even her teeth seemed fierece, too white, canine and ready to crush.

He tried to keep his mind on business as their meeting continued, but there's little point saying how difficult that was.