Jack almost made a mistake on his painting. Thankfully he pulled the brush away, his face turning purple at her tone, and how he felt her lips just touch his sensitive ear. He turned his head slightly, peering at her, eyes wide.
Where had that come from? He’d only been playing and my gosh. The tone she used.
“…n-no doubt, Miss. Foster…. now, forgive me if I seem rude but… these late nights? Your showy clothes…? The way you continually brush against me, despite having room to move?” Jack asked, snagging onto the game shakily at first, but gripped harder as he continued. “I would almost say you’re trying to seduce me.”
She had been so close to his side before that he could feel her chest pressed up against his arm. But she pulled away slightly to make a face of innocence, enjoying the game they were playing.
“Why Mr. Maple, such accusations without proof..” she purred slightly, putting a hand to her bandaged cheek. “I do no such thing..I’m simply a secretary trying to make it in this big, bad world..”
He reached out to her, and settled a hand against her hip, pulling her close to him. The press of her chest… oh gosh. Jack smiled faintly, that mustache he was growing on his upper lip curling with his lip. “Oh it is a big, bad world, Miss. Foster… but you know what else can be big, and bad?”
Jack Maple 