"I don't flirt," Eliot said, though his voice lacked any real conviction. He stretched and slid his jacket off, and tossed it onto another chair. The jacket hit the floor, but Eliot didn't notice, because it was at that moment that Candy dropped the rag and bent down to get it. he knew good and well that she did it on purpose, but he wasn't about to call her out on it. Especially when she bent fully, and he could see clearly that she wasn't wearing anything underneath that skirt.
He felt suddenly very over dressed, but to do anything about it at the moment would be awkward. He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor, a few inches apart. His tongue practically fell out of his mouth, and he made that sound, deep in his throat, rumbling with lust and raw need.