"It's Japan. Home of tradition and values. You have to know the right way to unwind." He said with a shrug, because he sure as hell didn't think HE was too uptight. He actually likes how she's dressed. Like it's an open invitation to look her over.
If he were to be truthful to himself, he wouldn't mind pressing her back into that counter, spreading her legs and making her moan. Right here in the kitchen. If it weren't for that 'no fraternizing with the help' law that he's actually been pretty good about sine the first incident some time ago.
He does own the place. In a way. Or so he feels. There are some limits he can push. Say, had he brought someone home and pushed them up on this counter, but would be frowned upon but not as badly.
He took another bite of his fruit, tongue licking up the bitten core a moment, eyes pointedly looking down at her legs. Damn this woman. He glanced to her face again before speaking. "Think so? Is that a promise or a tease?"
The thought of just how soft those legs must feel should not be bouncing around in his head. Or how firm those thoughts would be, wrapped around his head. Damn this woman.
Look at how composed he is still though. He hasn't made a move yet. Nope. Not going to. No way (except he was very close to doing so. So weak to the flesh of a beautiful lady).
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If he were to be truthful to himself, he wouldn't mind pressing her back into that counter, spreading her legs and making her moan. Right here in the kitchen. If it weren't for that 'no fraternizing with the help' law that he's actually been pretty good about sine the first incident some time ago.
He does own the place. In a way. Or so he feels. There are some limits he can push. Say, had he brought someone home and pushed them up on this counter, but would be frowned upon but not as badly.
He took another bite of his fruit, tongue licking up the bitten core a moment, eyes pointedly looking down at her legs. Damn this woman. He glanced to her face again before speaking. "Think so? Is that a promise or a tease?"
The thought of just how soft those legs must feel should not be bouncing around in his head. Or how firm those thoughts would be, wrapped around his head. Damn this woman.
Look at how composed he is still though. He hasn't made a move yet. Nope. Not going to. No way (except he was very close to doing so. So weak to the flesh of a beautiful lady).