James has them

Amy pauses, kneeling there on the floor, suddenly very aware that the jeans she was sure were by her feet a moment ago were not there now. "What the fuck..." she muttered, quickly looking around and bending a little further to check under the counter.

That was the moment she heard the click of a camera behind her, and spun in shock to see James holding up his phone, snapping pictures of her bare arse as she was bent over. Not only that, but the jeans she was looking for were clutched in his free hand.

"Fuck sake, stop it!" Amy yelled, jumping to her feet and turning to face him, not remembering her lack of clothing until she heard the camera go again. One hand quickly buried itself between her legs, trying to minimise her exposure. "James, give me my jeans back!" she practically screamed at him.