She was sure that she'd seen him paying attention for a split second while she finished off the whipped cream on her finger, but apparently the broomsticks behind the bar were of more interest. Hmph. Obviously he was used to women who were a little more forward (although she was sure that she'd been fairly obvious).
"I did, actually. Can you guess what position??" She tugged absently at a strand of her hair, taking the collar of her shirt with it just a little so she could expose a bit of skin. Marissa leaned forward a little to run her other hand up his arm briefly, brow raised and a more mischievous grin on her face. Okay, so maybe she wasn't as out of practice as she'd thought.
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