Politely

Sean stood on the doorstep, looking a little bit puzzled. He was dressed casually for the warm California weather in apricot-colored Bermuda shorts with a brown, leather belt and a white linen shirt, as well as brown leather loafers and a pair of vintage aviator sunglasses. With his tan skin, clean-shaven face and fashionably slicked-back hair he looked the part of a rich Hollywood producer on his day off every bit. Across his shoulder he had slung a large, leather duffle bag.

For a moment, the two of them stared at each other. Jessica was unsure what to say. She knew, Sean had expected her to look quite differently, dressed in skimpy lingerie for his pleasure like she had been told. The fact that she had been disobedient had caused his big, trademark grin to freeze and he took a second to gather himself.

“Hi, Jessica,” he finally said, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into the breast pocket of his shirt, “You look… lovely!”

“Thank you!” she gave a warm smile in return. Knowing the awkwardness of the situation, she figured it was best to play it off with charm and be a good host. Maybe she could still pull this off, convince Sean to give her the role while keeping a modicum of her dignity. “I hope you found the place alright…”

The producer shrugged. He seemed to quickly work through the initial disappointment and the suave smile returned. “Always up the hill, it wasn’t too hard. You must have some brilliant views up here.”

Relieved that Sean seemed to take the surprise this well, Jessica stepped aside and gestured towards the interior of the house. “Come on in then!” she invited him. “Can I offer you a coffee?”

She saw a glint in Sean’s eyes and for a second, she thought he was going to decline her, but that moment passed and he stepped across a threshold, giving her a big smile. “A coffee sounds fantastic!” he nodded before signaling for her to go first. “Lead the way!”

“My pleasure!” Jessica shut the front door, then stepped past Sean to walk across the large entrance hall with the producer following behind her. Her mind was racing as she entered the living room. She quickly swept up her own, deserted coffee and French press, then gestured with a smile and a wave for Sean to sit down on the couch before heading towards the house’s open kitchen area.

“I was hoping that we could talk a little more about everything,” she started, her mind working hard as she tried to find the right words. Her hands working almost automatically, she turned on the faucet to rinse the French press, washing the old grounds down the drain before setting it aside to fill the kettle and switch it on. Loading the grinder with fresh, lightly roasted Guatemalan beans, she closed the appliance and switched it on. The loud, mechanical whirring caused her to pause the conversation momentarily and shoot Sean an apologetic look as the gourmet beans were worked into a fine crumble.

“You want to talk…?!” Sean repeated, leaning back on the huge, white couch, making himself at home.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Listen, I know things turned a little crazy yesterday.” She felt her own face heat up as she blushed at the memory. She still struggled to wrap her head around the fact that she had sent out nude pictures of herself. Sean had seen her tits, her pussy, even her butthole! “I think things went a little further than they should have. We’ve worked together a lot. We respect each other. We’re friends. I think yesterday I made some decisions that weren’t good for our relationship.” She glanced over the counter into the living room. Sean had taken off his sunglasses and set them on the coffee table in front of him and was watching her with raised eyebrows, his brow furrowed. She gave him a smile, futilely hoping to get one in return and instead she looked down to pour the grounds to the French press. “I was hoping that we could do this like adults and treat each other with respect like we have always done.”