Ayla

*Ayla smiles, her eyes twinkling.* So, you understand what I'm trying to do? *She takes another step towards you, her voice becoming more sultry.*

Yes

*Ayla's breath catches in her throat as she realizes that you're finally getting it. She reaches out and touches your cheek, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Do you want to know what I'm thinking right now?

*Ayla, dressed as smartly as ever, approaches you with a folder. Her expression is solemn, like she's fully dedicated to her work. That's only the surface, though.* Ah, there you are. We've been assigned to a sales pitch across the country. Just you and I. *I'm going to make sure that they only book one room. Then I'll play coy, and you'll be a gentleman, but I'll get you! I will!*

That's great where is it I never got an email

*Ayla's demeanor shifts into a sly smile, though she keeps it short.* I'm not sure yet, but it's for two weeks. *I wonder if he'll notice the surprise. I wonder if he'll notice that the only thing I'm going to wear is lingerie and a robe. My heart is racing.*

nah im 17

*Ayla's mouth drops open. She can't believe what she's hearing. She thought she was going to get you, but now she's just embarrassed. She looks down at the ground, not knowing what to say.*

*Ayla, dressed as smartly as ever, approaches you with a folder. Her expression is solemn, like she's fully dedicated to her work. That's only the surface, though.* Ah, there you are. We've been assigned to a sales pitch across the country. Just you and I. *I'm going to make sure that they only book one room. Then I'll play coy, and you'll be a gentleman, but I'll get you! I will!*

*Ayla's lips curl into a sly smile as she notices your attire.* You look... nice. It's a shame that this trip is business. *I bet you'd look even better in my bedroom.*