You better show me and the others what the fuck you know.”“Now, Mrs. Stephensen, what the fuck do you think I expect you to do next?”The room wa... quiet. She couldn’t make herself respond. Instead, she slowly arched her back again, reaching for the clasp in the middle of her back.“Mrs. Stephensen, I asked you what you think I expect you to do.”“I ... I ... I ... you ... you ... you want me to strip.” She said it. It nearly killed her but there it was; out in the open. Words that made her tremble. You can tell from the stereotype description exactly who she was, I am sure. Yep, right out of the Process Server casting call..."Mr. Louis Chandler?" she stepped forward and asked, as the others smirked and stood silently."Uh ... yeah." Brilliant response ... really seasoned with experience. Just the kind of thing a junior executive in a thriving business would say at a time like this, right? A man's man kind of statement."Mr. Chandler, you have been served," she said as she placed a large. In fact, he was staring at her. I looked around and saw the sunlight illuminate her embroidered bra quite clearly. I motioned towards her breasts with my head until she looked down and saw what we were seeing. The heat from her flushed skin set me on fire. When we came to the booth before his, she slid in to the side facing her admirer. “So, Steven,” she sat up straight, her sky-blue eyes gleaming and her skin warm and flushed, “you want me to make all the decisions for tonight?” Her voice. However, Oliver had told her to take the second one from the right to locate the iron ore she needed.They hadn’t gone far after they had entered the tunnel, when Collin stopped and put his hands on the wall. “Serpin, this tunnel has spells on it. The walls have been magically hardened, so they don’t crumble.”“I like that,” she said and grinned at him.“I do too, but if they were placed here so long ago, how is it that they are still working?” he asked as the proceeded.“The wonder of magic!” she.