Jeff freezes for just a moment, then remembers himself, returning her grin with one of his own.
"Oh, yeah, right on. Um. Thanks for inviting me! This spread looks fucking awesome." His appetite's usually on the negligible (and neglected) side, but there's nothing like the smell of fresh baked bread to get his stomach going.
And while the question "IS THIS A SEX THING?" is on the tip of his tongue, he shows enough sense and restraint to hold back. Instead, he manages, "Is this, um, business or pleasure? I wasn't sure, when I got the invite, so, uh. I hope I'm not underdressed or anything."
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Oh, that suit... She wears it so well.
Help.
Jeff freezes for just a moment, then remembers himself, returning her grin with one of his own.
"Oh, yeah, right on. Um. Thanks for inviting me! This spread looks fucking awesome." His appetite's usually on the negligible (and neglected) side, but there's nothing like the smell of fresh baked bread to get his stomach going.
And while the question "IS THIS A SEX THING?" is on the tip of his tongue, he shows enough sense and restraint to hold back. Instead, he manages, "Is this, um, business or pleasure? I wasn't sure, when I got the invite, so, uh. I hope I'm not underdressed or anything."