If she took half the things Ben said as seriously as he played at pitching them, Keyuri would have had to be fresh from the country naive. Instead she narrowed her eyes at him, poking him once in the chest before her attempt at a stern expression fell to her smile and the firmness of his thighs beneath her. "I've met your chief. Only once, but once was enough." Not that the Chief had been rude to her by any means, but he had the look of an angry pit bull and had been raining fire and brimstone down upon one errant enforcer when she had had to give him a folder from another interpreter's office.
She was easily, happily distracted away from the memory by the warmth that bled through the thin fabric between his hands and her thighs, lips keeping their curve as she held his gaze. Her lashes fell to watch him from beneath the half lowered lids with the inch of his fingers under her skirt. "You're welcome."
She leaned into him then, her arms going around his neck to draw the fingertips of one hand over the back of his beck.