Cora slid her card in and opened the door with one hand, stepping in slowly and letting the door drop closed behind her. She stepped in and opened the door to the bathroom, quickly settling the towels where they needed to be. As soon as she was finished, she sauntered over to the desk where Thomas was working.
She rested her hip against the desk, her fingers trailing over the wood before she spoke.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Barnes?" She found that, for some reason, men liked having their names spoken like that. There was assumed submission in it, she supposed. Right now, though, sitting where he did, he had quite the view of a short skirt and stocking-clad legs.