As Lester began to collect the plates to put them away Kjerstin's panic subsided, becoming a nervous twitter in her stomach as she stepped out of the doorway.
"I would love to eat with you what you made for me," she assured him, pausing to think over her words.
Lester took advantage of her moment of reflection to feast his eyes upon her barely covered form, his thoughts momentarily diverted from his plans. He managed to shake any hint of a leer from his face before she noticed and replaced the plates.
"Well that's terrific, darlin'. Here, sit right here," he urged, daring to put a hand on her bare shoulder to guide her to a seat. While the cameras hidden in the kitchen would catch her anywhere else this seat had a marginally better angle.
Kjerstin twitched a little at his touch and Lester could have sworn that he felt her trembling. Was she excited? Nervous? Best to assume nervousness, no matter how much he wanted to believe the former.
'Th... thank you," she said with a **** smile, attempting to slip into the narrow gap between the table and the circular booth that served in place of kitchen chairs.
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