"Hi, you've got Caroline--ugh, no, way too perky," she chastised, hitting a button on her phone in frustration and making a face at herself in the mirror propped at the bottom of her bed
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"What's higher than the right?" Nathan asked, sauntering on in with a bag of food in his hand. "If it's your tits, there's a perfectly easy cure for that."
The bag got tossed on the bed and he grinned at her reflection in the mirror. "My hands."
Oh if her eyes could roll farther back they'd be dropping to the floor. Even if she totally would be having an insecure look at her chest later. "Was that an offer to walk around holding up one of my breasts? You are a strange little man, Nathan."
"Hey, there is nothing little about me!" Nathan exclaimed, half offended. "Just because you're too scared to look doesn't mean you can't make up lies."
"Fine, drop trow," she said, stowing her mirror and looking his way with disdain. "Let's have a look at what's oh so impressive to you. Will that make you happy, Nathan?"
"You're the one that asked me to do this, Caroline. You can't look if I don't take off my pants," he pointed out, shaking his head. "Are you having second thoughts? Do you need some time to build up to the actual event?"
"You mean the non-event?" Because she doubted Nathan would be much to look at. "How is it that you feel the need to make me look anyway? Some would call this harassment."
Nathan took his hands off his pants and spread his arms wide, shrugging. The smile never really left his face.
"I believe you were the one who order me to drop my pants without even a hint of the word 'please'. I just made a charmingly flirtatious suggestion and then suddenly there's talk of my pants coming off so you could feast your eyes. I believe you were more the harasser than I, Caroline."
"Oh my God, you have got to be kidding me," she told him, only bordering on shrill. "I thought it would shut you up, not that you'd actually start pulling off your pants!"
"You should not ask a man to drop his pants if you're not serious," Nathan said, shaking a finger at her. "Did you want to get a reputation as cocktease, Caroline? I mean, come on!"
"Ew, like I was going to sleep with you just because I don't care if you flash your boy parts all over the room. I have some self-respect here." Not much, but some.
The bag got tossed on the bed and he grinned at her reflection in the mirror. "My hands."
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Really, this was an easy request for him. No thought needed. He'd just wished she'd asked earlier.
"It tends to do that to most people who see it. That or the shock and awe renders them catatonic."
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Who knew dealing with Nathan would be more difficult than hiding her vampiric nature?
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"I believe you were the one who order me to drop my pants without even a hint of the word 'please'. I just made a charmingly flirtatious suggestion and then suddenly there's talk of my pants coming off so you could feast your eyes. I believe you were more the harasser than I, Caroline."
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