He watched the slender line of leg that swung over his lap as if he were hypnotized by it. Goddamn women and their alluring body parts. He was doomed. As if he cared.
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" he drawled, reaching for her hips and settling her in a more agreeable position. His eyes briefly dipped to the visible enticement of black lace panties before returning to meet her gaze. "Being stuck with you, Savannah?"
He smiled and leaned against the back of the chair. His demeanor said he was quite content and comfortable, that there was a certain familiarity between them. At least on his part. If anyone were to walk by, they might even think they were witnessing a quiet moment between a couple. This was just CJ's way. He so rarely found himself in a situation that he was uncomfortable in.
Bored, now that was another thing all together. He was often bored. And he was often curious which would sometimes cause him to begin pressing buttons until he found just the right one.