Eyebrow firmly arched, Emma tightened her arms around her torso and scowled. Same Scott, same bullshit, different day. Oh well...at least she knew how to play the game...
"Let me get this straight, Mr Summers..." she began, crossing one leg over the other. Even in white sweatpants, she was an extremely sexual creature, and very conscious of it.
"You're asking me to play your mistress, again, while you play nice with the wife. The only difference this time, is that you have her permission to do so. Is that correct?"
She stood, pushing him back against the desk and laying her hands against his chest and biting her lower lip. "Tell me the truth, Scott. Be honest with yourself. That's what this is, isn't it?"