"You can't fault me, obviously you work hard or just have damn good genetics. I could tell you that your tits are fucking amazing too, but I guess I'm more of an ass and legs type." He winked at her.
"Hmm... can't I just be a good customer? I don't exactly need to money. Or I could take my cut other ways." He looked her up and down at that comment. His mind never filtered the fun they could have together. Arron was sure she'd be one of those kinky types and it was being wasted on Mr. Oblivious, who probably hadn't even tried anything while they were on their little ski vacation. What an idiot.
Holding tighter so she didn't fall when she flailed, he had a hard time keeping himself from laughing hard enough to collapse altogether. "Again that's something that could be fixed... All I have to do is-" He grabbed one of her feet and started pulling at her shoe; not actually trying to get it off.