( Varka attempted to look at the documents—keyword attempted, but it didn’t bear much fruit. He still snuck glances. What does she eat to get them that big?? )
We can just ask the tailor in charge of the uniforms to make adjustments. Your comfort during duties is priority.
The corners of his lips tug into the softest smile, content with the soothing sensation Koga’s fingers brought to his scalp.
" I happen to have some free time today. Is there anything you’d like to do together? Resting here and doing nothing is an option too. "
( Unfortunately those eyes went nowhere. They stayed glued to her well endowed bosom, hefty mounds bouncing in a way that made him clench his fountain pen extra, extra hard. )
. . . Does it fit?
Varka believed that no one could have too much of a good thing, affection especially. After all, all is fair in love and war. But it’s with a certain woman he can’t help but be careful. She did not share his penchant for an overbearing personality; +
( Deep, long inhale. He’s resisting the urge to stare. )
Jean, for once, I’m doing the work you want me to do, please don’t make it harder to focus.
" T-That’s not what I meant, I was just saying that how you want to proceed is completely up to you . . . I would never make selfish demands of you. "
Varka had yet to deduce just what it meant giving an opportunist like Koga free rein. Or perhaps, he knew exactly what it +











