He wanted Emmy to be happy as badly as he wanted to have a good time. Cooed for the how she defined her time. She kept her pease separate from her mashed potato’s, and clearly didn’t want an insider scoop on whoever he was doing daily.
‘Eyes on Me’ got sidled up next to ‘No Partying on Company Time’; a virile little smirk for that, the obvious innuendo the ideas of how firm those boundaries of hers might’ve been. If they were lain in concrete or sand. So long as he was made aware of their existence he could easily abide —
“More than ready.” the way she used ‘we’ went straight to his head. Made it that much harder to stand after paying and lead the way out, to let his gaze linger a bit longer now that he knew they were running on green lights all the way home.
He’d show her exactly how flexible he could be…
“Yanno Ems, something I’d love to see? Is your earring collection. The ones you got on are so damn cute —“ they were inspired, he would’ve liked to see more. “ —- maybe you could throw a few more on.”
Just the earrings, and nothing else at all.
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