Martin swallowed hard. Shit. I'm so tired and stressed that my worker mode kicked in!
Cassandra kept her cool expression. "Good afternoon, Emperoar. Calm down. I booked a private room for us at a restaurant. At this hour, the NPCs are busy mingling with players, so this place is at its busiest. Let's head over."
She rose with quiet elegance and walked past Martin. He moved to follow at once, as respectfully as he could, but his eyes still betrayed him for a moment.
The pencil skirt shaped itself so cleanly over the full, heavy curve of her ass that each smooth step tugged at his attention in a way that felt almost unfair. It was not just the fullness of it. The severe, professional cut of the outfit somehow made it stand out even more.
That ass, man. She could rival Clause's ass. Nah, I'm biased. My teammate's ass is better!
A small triumphant smile tugged at his mouth as he followed her.
