She smiled again – something Desmond seemed to make her do without even trying. She found so many things about the man endearing, charming even, despite his quirks. Desmond always made her feel like…well, like a woman when she was with him. Or, at least not like some dirty mistress.
Which, she probably was, to at least 2 or 3 of the men who hired her over the phone.
“I’ve always got the time for you.” She said with a soft purr in her voice, and found herself gnawing at her lower lip as she watched her fingers wrap around the cord again. She was thinking, at that moment, about the last time she had been with Desmond. It had been good - great even, and she smiled as she remembered the way his hands had felt against her that night.
It wasn’t often, that she felt her body tingle at the aspect of seeing one of her clients.
“How about I send you an Owl in the morning? By then, I should know my schedule for the next few days, and you can let me know what works for you.” She paused, and then rolled over onto her stomach, her legs bending as she cupped her chin in her hand, smirking to herself. “Unless you’d like me to pay you a personal visit?”
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