Melinda watched as all her books and her research shit itself in front of her. She could feel her bottom lip jut out slowly in a pout as they all stacked themselves nearly out of the way. She wasn't particularly upset by the sight -- after all, she'd invited him in. She did want to see his face maybe just a little.
Of course, that didn't stop her eyes from narrowing at him as he made himself comfortable on her bed. She'd say it was to keep him on his toes, though she knew those sort of looks did very little against him.
"How many other executive decisions will you be making today?" She asked as she unfolded herself. Her legs stretched out over the empty bedspace, though they came nowhere near the edge of the bed, even as she laid down against him.