Jes's jaw drops at the order, how in the fuck was she suppose to manage that one? Jes stands, hurrying with pained winces towards the elevator, once inside she takes the heels off, carrying them, hoping she won't get caught.
Jules rolls her eyes to look at him, her blue eyes wide with need and lust. All he gets in respond to his question is a deep groan, her entire body shuddering with need.
Jes runs towards the lunch area barefoot, carrying her heels, retrieving Thomas's lunch and returning hte the elevator, and back up to their floor. She was cutting it close as she slides the heels on and whimpers softly as she runs down the hallway, skittering to a stop, and knocking on that door just at the ten minute mark, close enough that he might accept it or he might not.
Jules rolls her eyes to look at him, her blue eyes wide with need and lust. All he gets in respond to his question is a deep groan, her entire body shuddering with need.
Jes runs towards the lunch area barefoot, carrying her heels, retrieving Thomas's lunch and returning hte the elevator, and back up to their floor. She was cutting it close as she slides the heels on and whimpers softly as she runs down the hallway, skittering to a stop, and knocking on that door just at the ten minute mark, close enough that he might accept it or he might not.