No thanks,I'm driving.

"No thanks" you say as you sit on the sofa next to her "I'm driving".
"Mind if I have one?" Scarlett ask's.
"Not at all"you reply.
Getting up from the sofa she slinks across to the refrigerator,opens the door and bends over to take a closer look.
You stare at her ass wrapped tightly in her black skirt as she searches out the beer and suddenly wonder if she's doing this for your benefit as you feel yourself starting to harden.
After lingering there long enough for you to memorize every curve of her voluptous ass she find's a cold one's,closes the door,walks back to the sofa and sit's herself down.
"So shall we talk business?" she enquires