Offer her a drink

“Would you like another tea, or maybe a glass of wine to go with whatever you pick out?” you ask, leaning back against the desk.

Lily turns from the bookshelf, a dark, cloth-bound hardcover resting in one hand while the other tugs absentmindedly at the corner of her open pink-and-white striped shirt. A bright, appreciative smile lights up her face.

“Wine sounds amazing,” she says, her tone warm and easy. “Whatever red you have open is perfect.”

You pour a heavy splash of Pinot Noir into a glass and carry it over to her. She takes it with a quiet word of thanks, her fingers briefly brushing yours as she moves toward the long leather sofa positioned in front of the roaring fire.

Rather than sitting upright, Lily stretches out length-wise along the cushions. She rests her head against the padded armrest, propping her open book up in front of her face.

You walk back to the front desk, pulling the ledger back into position to finish up the day’s paperwork. The lodge falls into a heavy, peaceful rhythm. The crackle of the wood stove, the endless drum of the mountain downpour outside, and the faint, occasional turn of a page from across the room.

A few minutes later, you glance up from your invoices.

Lily has shifted her position on the couch. She is lying fully on her back now, holding the book high above her face with both hands. Her knees are pulled up and bent, resting loosely against the back cushions. The angle causes her legs to fall open slightly.

Because of her position and the low height of your desk, your line of sight aligns directly with the loose opening of her small pink silk shorts. The thin, striped fabric hangs wide against her thighs, offering a completely unobstructed view straight up the leg opening.

She wears nothing underneath. Her soft skin is fully illuminated by the amber glow of the fire. While her labia remain just out of direct sight, shadowed by the curve of her inner thigh, the fabric rests so precariously that the slightest shift, a single millimeter of movement, could expose her completely.

Lily turns another page, entirely engrossed in her reading, her knees rocking just a fraction of an inch in the quiet room.