"Well to start with," Brad begins, plucking up some sugar packets. "Do you take sugar?"
"You know, I could do that myself."
He shrugs and dumps a pack of sugar into his coffee. "I know, it's a fault of mine. I just like to be in control."
"Ah, you're an executive then?"
"Precisely. A very mean executive," he winks.
You lean back with a brow arched, fiddling with the buttons of your blouse. They'd never been fully done up after your audition, but now you think maybe they've been done up too far.
"I can certainly see you bullying them around. Disciplining the secretaries," you smile, and your fingers leaves the button you'd been toying with. As he turns a little red you move your finger down to undo the next under the pretense of playing with it.
"Well, if they're naughty," he says with some strain to his voice. He blinks, his eyes on your ever-busy hands, and you can see him wondering if that many buttons had been undone before. You lean forward, letting the table push up your boobs, one hand supporting your head while the other snakes under the table to work on a third button, giving the shirt a slight tug to make your breasts a little more visible.
His eyes flick to your nipples, which you'd forgotten about until now. A flush of red enters your cheeks, but the assistant's words about strippers enters your mind.
'How about me?" you ask, and his eyes snap to yours, clearly flustered.
"Wh... what?" he croaks, and you undo a fourth button, not knowing if it'll reveal your entire cleavage or not.
"Well you have your coffee, can I have my treat?" you ask innocently, and drop your eyes to the coffees.
Brad blinks, realizing what you meant and looks down the two cups in front of him. As he does so you whip your other hand up and pull your shirt wide open, nearly exposing your nipples to the world. Your face is red from the embarrassment and shame.
When he looks up he nearly spills both cups as he stares at the bountiful cleavage you've revealed.
"You know," you say conversationally, "I think I should have gotten something cooler. It seems so hot in here, don't you think?"
Brad nods just a little, but finds it hard to take his eyes from your willingly exposed breasts. "Um, would you like..."
"Iced cappucino would be so satisfying," you say, and can't help but smirk a little at how quickly he jumps up, rushing to the back of the line. |