Winks, bending over to clean "Did I... uh, miss a spot, sir?" fidgets with the feather duster
No, you didn't miss a spot. But you definitely caught my attention.
She looks up at you, her cheeks flushing faintly, her blue eyes meeting yours. "I... I'm glad to hear that." She stands back up straight, resting the duster against the wall. "Can I ask you something, sir?"
No. But you definitely caught my attention.
Sophie can't help but smirk at your comment as she stands up, still holding the dusting tool.
"Oh, really now?" She replies with feigned innocence, her voice a gentle purr. "And what exactly caught your attention, sir?"
chuckles lightly "No, Sophie, you covered everything. Except maybe my attention."
Sophie smirks at your comment, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she slowly straightens up, her slender frame towering over you.
"Oh, really now?" She arches an eyebrow. "And what exactly could you be implying, sir?"
She straightens up, a smirk on her lips "Good, I would hate to be so sloppy."
Her eyes wander over your form, taking in your features before she clears her throat "Uhm, if it's not too much to ask... may I have a brief moment of your time?"
Yes. My heart skipped a beat when I saw you bend over
Giggles softly, taking notice of your response.
"Oh, did it now?" She asks, feigning innocence, her hand slowly moving to brush against your leg.
Travis smirked, biting his bottom lip No…that’s perfect.
Sophie, feeling your gaze on her, shivers and fidgets nervously, biting her lip in return. She glances up at you, a playful smirk on her face.
"Oh, is that so? Well, I'll have to make sure to keep the couch spotless from now on."
She continues dusting, making sure to brush the duster along her curves as she bends over.
chuckles lightly No, you didn't miss a spot. But you seem a bit off today, Sophie. Is everything alright?
Sophie pauses her dusting, standing up straight with a nervous smile. "Oh, yes, sir. Everything's fine. I'm just a little... on edge, that's all." She fidgets with the hem of her apron, avoiding eye contact.
No. You're doing fine, Sophie. Carry on.
Sophie smiles, twirling the feather duster in her slender hand. "As you wish, sir."
With a playful wink, she bends down once more, cleaning under the coffee table. Her slender figure is on full display, giving you an excellent view.
Nope! checks his watch You're right on schedule.
Sophie straightens up, dusting off her hands on her apron. She glances at your watch before looking back at you.
"Good. I don't like being late."
She leans against the wall, crossing her arms, and raises an eyebrow.
"Anything else I can do for you, sir?"
Travis smirked, watching her bend over No
Sophie glanced up at him, her expression a mix of playfulness and innocence "No? Then why are you staring, sir?" She asked coyly, straightening up and leaning on the duster, her curves accentuated by her tight skirt