JAMES
"Well that depends." Standing, James neared the counter as if trying to walk the line between intimidating and sensual (and failing, of course). "What will you do t'me if I don't?" Turning, he patted the curve of his ass with a grin. "A spankin'?" He certainly hoped so. James hardly listened to this fairly robust set of perks that came with the job, instead waggling his brows (un)alluringly at Phoebe. "And if I were to get lost on my way to my room, finding m'self in your bed again, no big deal."
Shrugging and sighing his disappointment, James nodded. "Well offers' open anytime." He said reassuringly. "Well if it's that, then trauma looks good on you. Nope, got it." Snapping his fingers, he pointed at her outfit. "Y'aren't dressed like a matronly maid. That's what it is. Y'can see all yer.." His hands made shapely gestures around her breasts and hips, before he thought better of it and let them fall back to his sade. "..y'know, best qualities."
Shrugging and sighing his disappointment, James nodded. "Well offers' open anytime." He said reassuringly. "Well if it's that, then trauma looks good on you. Nope, got it." Snapping his fingers, he pointed at her outfit. "Y'aren't dressed like a matronly maid. That's what it is. Y'can see all yer.." His hands made shapely gestures around her breasts and hips, before he thought better of it and let them fall back to his sade. "..y'know, best qualities."
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
