With intense interest

"Oh My God Mr. Thornhaven! Oh God! I didn't expect anyone!" you babble frantically, your face burning with embarrassment, as you struggle to pull your pants up.

"Evidently," he says with a smile, walking across the room to you. "I'm glad to see you enjoying the movie."

You look up at him, still struggling with your jeans, suddenly noticing the dark predatory look in his eyes.

"Mr. Thornhaven?" you quaver uncertainly, looking up at him with wide eyes as he stands over you, his eyes roaming over your body, your jeans only part way up your thighs, your sweater still pushed above your lush breasts. You feel incredibly ****, helpless in your embarrassment and in the grip of his ruthless gaze.

His hand comes forward and he drops something on the couch beside you, his eyes devouring your ripe flesh. You glance down at what he dropped, the sight making pulling a gasp of shock out of you.

It's a package of butter.