Jack smiled up at her. “Why thank you Miss. Foster… if you keep up such good work, you may see yourself getting a promotion real soon.” he told her in a smooth, deep voice, whilst looking at her with waggling eyebrows. But then he turned to go back to his painting, grinning faintly.
She blushed at his tone, once again affected by him and not wishing to be outdone, walked over to him to softly kneel next to him. Let’s see how he likes this.. She mused, leaning onto his side gently to whisper into his ear.
“Oh I always do good work..Mr. Maple,” she cooed near his ear, biting her lip after to stop a giggle from escaping.
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.”
Jack Maple 