I wanted to say yes and ask to see the bedroom, but I reined in those adolescent urges.
"No, thank you, Miss Wilcox. I need to keep a clear head when going over my brother's files."
"I understand," she said. "The files are on the coffee table."
The coffee table was between a fireplace and a long red velvet couch. There were a couple of boxes with files sticking out of the top.
"You didn't arouse anyone's suspicions, did you?" I asked, realizing how easy it would be to get aroused by this woman.
"No, I often bring work home."
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Oh to be her ‘work’!
Christopher over 4 years ago
Indeed!