Set some Conditions.

After a thoughtful second you follow Ceilidh up the stairs and she can't hide the triumph that spreads across her expression. You hold up your hand. While her offer is tempting, you can't help but remember Tony's stories and the cougar's warning and you're not about to walk into some trap.

"I have some conditions though." you say and can instantly see her expression turn perplexed. She doesn't cut you off though which you take as encouragement to continue.

"One: I don't want to be tied up or anything." You say, and though Ceilidh looks mostly pensive you could swear there's an element of disappointment too.

"Two: If I don't want to do something you need to respect it, alright? Same goes for you of course." You feel kind of silly, standing here negotiation the most basic of sexual boundaries but as much as you're into the blue-eyed "reporter", you're more into keeping your dignity. She has paused with the key in the door and turned to face you completely - once more you're made aware of her height, though this time you can't help but see it in a different light - fantasizing about bending her over a desk and going to town on her pert ass. There's barely any distance between you and can feel her slightly staccato breath on your face. Despite the hardness in your pants, you're certain you're not the most eager here. Finally she nods.

"Alright.." You smile and her face splits in happy smile and she turns back to fumbling excitedly with the key. The lock clicks open and as she's about to open the door, Ceilidh pauses and turns to face you again.

"So.." She says tentatively, biting her lip, "..would you mind modelling for a few photos then?"