She watched him, sipping again at her wine, a bold red that warmed her down to her toes, "Do you really want to talk about work right now?" She asked, her intentions more than obvious. "I'd rather discuss those texts you sent me yesterday..." She'd been feverish by the time she'd had to thrown pants on and run out to the set. No one seemed to notice her lack of composure in the dark of night, luckily, but she knew she'd been flushed and her breathing had been labored.
Just now, thinking of sitting in her on set office without even her underwear... it made her cheeks burn bright red and she couldn't quite look him in the eye, opting for more wine instead.