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At night in her office, he was already quite eager, but when they got home and were all set, she had to work again. He couldn't just ask her to stop working and spend time with him, could he?
If only he'd made a move in the dressing room earlier.
He was toweling his hair dry, his mind wandering, occasionally keeping an eye on her.
The room was warm with the heater on. She wore a pink and goose-yellow striped V-neck nightgown. Her legs were tucked under her, empty space beneath the skirt, with papers resting on her lap.
He started to feel restless, casually throwing the towel over his shoulder and leaning in to look at her documents. "Is there anything you need my help with?"
"Hm?" Sienna Thornton was making notes on the documents, her slender fingers skimming over the paper with a blue pen, writing elegant English words. "Not really."
"My English is pretty good."
