In her periphery, she sees him well enough to be satisfied with obvious physical details, but she makes no attempt to either regard or confront him outright.In her periphery, she sees him well enough to be satisfied with obvious physical details, but she makes no attempt to either regard or confront him outright. She has given without question thus far, and would see it through. When she is ready, she turns to him, eyes downcast as is proper. He motions for her to proceed him from the lounge, and once out into the grand hallway, he turns her in the direction of the elevators. All during the wait for the elevator, he takes the time to admire her long, muscular legs, rounded buttocks, the curve of her back beneath her sweater; he likes the way in which her hair seems to spread across the top half of her back in soft, layered waves, and has to give himself a stern warning so as not to run his hands through that lovely mane. Not yet, at least. The car arrives, and they get in. |