That little smirk told her all she needed to know, and it coaxed a giggle out of her. One she tried to muffle just a little, she liked to think she wasn't one of those giggling girly girls. Oh, she knew she was in trouble already. Her fantasies had done him no justice at all.
But it was her turn to be devilish. "The only difference is, and I can't help myself, I'm constantly picturing you naked." And she doesn't hide her grin one little bit.
Maryanne chuckled when he laughed, but she knew he was right. She adored Philip, and trusted her girl's judgement, but would no doubt have ice cream tucked away for bruised hearts. "That sounds... I'm going to have to definitely get over my thing with coffee so I can be a customer, because that has to be absolutely adorable." What was it about his child that made her yearn for more? Her own didn't do that. Hell, she was more often to terrified she'd have too many to even think about more. "But only if he wants to. I don't want music to ever feel like a chore for him." Especially not if he loved it like she did.
They were too close for her not to notice that shiver. Good. Maybe she was having the same affect on him as he was on her. Then he laid on that accent. What was it about the boys from New York that delightfully curled her toes? Maybe she wasn't giving as good as she was getting. But it was work staying upright, when her knees wanted to buckle under his touch. "I did, but to be fair, I didn't think you were interested in me anymore." She thought that because her dark secrets were out that he would think her too much of a hot mess to be worth the trouble.
"Alexander..." She started, which dissolved into a groan when he slipped that first button open, there weren't that many, some were just there for decoration. Between that and the feel of his hand against her skin, it was almost too much. She stepped a little closer to him, it had two purposes, to get rid of those shoes that would eventually break her neck if things continued now they were, and two it allowed her to settle her free hand on his shoulder, close enough to his neck that the tips of her fingers could toy with his ponytail. She needed the support because she didn't trust her knees. "If you asked me to get on my knees in front of you, in the middle of a meeting, I would do it. After sending my kids out of the room of course. If only you could see the things that live rent free in my head, that are on a constant loop. Missing your chance wouldn't even be a thought you could have." She finished, her voice breathy.