She smiled a little at his remark about spilt milk, but when he asked about his comfort level she snorted and rolled her eyes. "As if." she snorted, walking straight up and tugging down the collar of his dress shirt just enough to see the collar of another shirt beneath it...
Then without hesitation, she started unbuttoning his shirt for him.
The look she got was enough to make her cheeks flush just a little, but she played it off to the heat in the house and grinned, rolling her eyes. "What? If you want my shirt off? It'll take cash money, and buying me a really expensive dinner." she teased. "I don't need to do jack to get you out of yours."
Tugging his shirttails out of his pants, she forced him to turn so she could strip off the dress shirt, tossing it on the coffee table and inspecting him...then for good measure reached up to tousle his hair.
"Kick off your shoes and you're good." she declared with a smile, following her own advice. Tugging her hair out of a ponytail, she then stripped off the thermal long-sleeve shirt she'd tugged on over her own wifebeater, making sure her hair stayed down her back to cover her scars before she sank gracefully to the floor in front of the fireplace, sitting in a perfect Lotus before patting the carpet, silently inviting him to join her.
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Then without hesitation, she started unbuttoning his shirt for him.
The look she got was enough to make her cheeks flush just a little, but she played it off to the heat in the house and grinned, rolling her eyes. "What? If you want my shirt off? It'll take cash money, and buying me a really expensive dinner." she teased. "I don't need to do jack to get you out of yours."
Tugging his shirttails out of his pants, she forced him to turn so she could strip off the dress shirt, tossing it on the coffee table and inspecting him...then for good measure reached up to tousle his hair.
"Kick off your shoes and you're good." she declared with a smile, following her own advice. Tugging her hair out of a ponytail, she then stripped off the thermal long-sleeve shirt she'd tugged on over her own wifebeater, making sure her hair stayed down her back to cover her scars before she sank gracefully to the floor in front of the fireplace, sitting in a perfect Lotus before patting the carpet, silently inviting him to join her.