Irina initiates.

You (and likely the woman with you) are not surprised when your first response comes in the form of a massive sigh. You’re only briefly curious if it happened before or when your jaw dropped as far as it seemed like your anatomy would allow.

“I don’t know,” you finally tell her. “I imagine that the two of us being involved in anything physical would lead to me being fired.”

“Oh!”, Irina exclaims, and you watch as her mouth forms into just that shape.

You can see how someone who gets paid as much as she does for what she does might not understand the concept of the jobs that are related.

However, her lips then slowly start to curve into a sexy smile.

“Well,” she says. “If what we do is going to get you fired, then it’s only right that I get you firing all… over… me!”

She silently pushes the robe back from her shoulders to the floor, before she takes her time to stretch herself out over the couch.

Your jaw drops again, and your eyes repeat the same trip, from her head to her heels, while you blame the shock for your inability to act.