Thread: No Isn't An Option | Cain&Dini |

He would be lying if he didnt admit to his face turning a shade of red as she caught him looking at her purchases online. Not that he thought he was doing anything wrong, it was his job to be diligent, making sure she had the best info he could give her. It was part of his meticulous nature as a scientist. Of course, his curious nature was also a trait that made him a successful scientist in his field. And he was far too curious for his own nature. He quickly tried to close down some of the images when she spoke, but when one window was closed, another behind it quickly appeared. He stopped trying soon enough, and turned to her, hoping he didnt look too much like the kid who was just caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Yes, well, he cleared his throat, still feeling a hint of embarrassment at being caught doing his job. Some of thesethe only have item numbers. And Iummmwell I was just not familiar with some of these places, or what they sold. I figured you would get more value out of my time here if I broke down some of the purchases into small categories. I wasnt trying to just look at them, or imagining how they looked on you. That was a lie. I mean, Im sure they would look good on you. He just shut up now, noticing that he was just digging himself deeper and deeper with his panicked words. He finally realized that she had changed clothes. The loose sweater and leggings were a stark change from the tighter white dress. His eyes drifted down to notice her bare feet, his gaze lingering a bit. A soft shake of his head cleared his thoughts as he looked back up to her eyes, trying his best to flash a smile. He was so unsure of why he was this way around her. Around his students, Lydia, and his coworkers, he preferred to be in charge. But here, he felt so intimidated by Ms. Cortier. Was it the fact that she was his employer? Or that he was in a new element, something out of his comfort zone? Or just the fact that she seemed way more comfortable in her own skin than he, enjoying her primal desires on a level much higher than he. Lydia and he had tried to be kinky in the bedroom, but it hardly trailed past talk, or a rare spank. I think you expect the best, Ms. Cortier, he said, nodding as he watched as she began her own work. And dont worry, nothing here will leave this room. He smiled as he went back to his work, feeling slightly more worried now that she was watching. For a few minutes, he just tidied up his spreadsheets, formatting them over and over, changing colors and making other aesthetic changes. But soon he found himself not getting much done, and his uselessness began to upset him. He had to break the ice. But how? He gazed over at a pile of questionable recepts. A small stack of invoices he had no idea how to categorize. He picked one up and began to perform a search for the item she had purchases just a month ago from a store called Amor Adventures. Excuse me, Victor, err Ms. Cortier, he stammered, turning to the side so she could see the screen. Im having problems categorizing some of these items. Im just not sure what they are used for. Take this for example. He pointed to the image on screen , tapping his finger on the felt strap that held up the whole device. What is this and what is it used for? Im not sure if I should put it under clothing or not. It doesnt quite look like some of theother outfits you purchased. Quite the opposite, really.