Amelia smiled wider and hungrier.
"Well, I have something in mind, Mister Faust. But we'd better talk about these details after we dine. It's not good to discuss business on an empty stomach."
To illustrate, she moved a bowl of soup closer.
Reynard wasn't hungry, but he followed her example and began eating, too. However, he found much more pleasure in watching Amelia eat instead. The way she licked her spoon was borderline obscene.
And the glances she threw at him while doing so.
'How can I eat, when—When she does this?!' Reynard thought, feeling it suddenly hard to swallow.
This woman was boldly crushing all his defenses, seeing that they weren't very strong to begin with. She knew what she was doing and what effect it had.
And somehow, she managed to look sexy even while drinking her boiled beer from a mug!
