Seth watched her maneuver flawlessly behind the bar, taking orders and naturally getting a fat tip at the end. She knew how to use what she had to her advantage and Seth admired that in a woman. He gave her a lazy smirk when she turned to meet his eyes. She returned his smile and his eyes never left her face as she made her way over to him. When she asked if he needed a refill he had to fight the pang of arousal when she called him 'Mister Enders.' When it was a former, and sometimes current, student it always brought the image of the naughty school girl to mind. He downed the rest of his drink and gave a small chuckle,
"Now I know I told you when you took my class that Mr. Enders is my father, my name is Seth. And a refill would be great, scotch, no ice." He paused as he let his eyes rove over her figure, "So...how's college treating you Ms. Parker?"