Owen was honestly not expecting the veral rundown of her curriculum vitae right there on the convention floor, but he wasn't displeased with it. Really, he was amused. An ambitious little rabbit.
He felt something kind of primal open up inside of him as he turned to watch her perky little trot to keep up with his long strides. Ears and tits bouncing. Rattling off her credentials in a cute voice.
So... eager to please.
No.
"Rutherford's a good school." He said somewhat as an afterthought. But he had meant it. She was no dummy to have gone there.
Owen expertly steered her around a salesperson trying to thrust some pamphlet at them. He held his hand up a firm 'no' as the other directed Miss Sloan to turn down the next row. He listened to the rest of her speech without further comment. He signaled he was paying attention with the appropriate nod or eye contact here or there.
He scoffed with a near smile at her complaint about the morning crowd. " I could see someone like you getting absolutely trampled by this crowd." He commented sarcastically. Their present convention was a far cry from the craziness of those jam packed comic conventions that came to town from time to time bringing with them hoardes of people in odd but charmingly elaborate character costumes. They stuck out like sore thumbs as they ambled to and from the convention center with their big weapons made of foam (he'd asked to touch one once) and their multi-colored wigs styled. No, this convention was down right dull compared to that madness.
A blonde in a killer tailored suit caught the periphery of his eye. She was manning an exhibition of custom jewlrey and fine cut gemstones.
"Well, Miss Sloan," he checked his watch, "it's about time for lunch, yes? Why don't you go put some food and drinks on my tab." His voice would have been warmer if not for the cocksure tone he took in inviting her to spend his money. He genuinely did enjoy treating his employees. "I'll think on that crawler."
With that he departed the accountant and crossed the exhibition floor to meet the blonde waiting for him. "For fuck sake you could have dropped me a pin." He wiggled his phone at her blaming her for his inability to locate her on the sales floor.
Owen leaned on her display case with both hands, no regard for leaving his finger prints. That was her problem not his. There was an impossibly delicate little bracelet that caught his eye. He thought about a slim wrist adorned with it. Tattooed fingers on his --
He felt something kind of primal open up inside of him as he turned to watch her perky little trot to keep up with his long strides. Ears and tits bouncing. Rattling off her credentials in a cute voice.
So... eager to please.
No.
"Rutherford's a good school." He said somewhat as an afterthought. But he had meant it. She was no dummy to have gone there.
Owen expertly steered her around a salesperson trying to thrust some pamphlet at them. He held his hand up a firm 'no' as the other directed Miss Sloan to turn down the next row. He listened to the rest of her speech without further comment. He signaled he was paying attention with the appropriate nod or eye contact here or there.
He scoffed with a near smile at her complaint about the morning crowd. " I could see someone like you getting absolutely trampled by this crowd." He commented sarcastically. Their present convention was a far cry from the craziness of those jam packed comic conventions that came to town from time to time bringing with them hoardes of people in odd but charmingly elaborate character costumes. They stuck out like sore thumbs as they ambled to and from the convention center with their big weapons made of foam (he'd asked to touch one once) and their multi-colored wigs styled. No, this convention was down right dull compared to that madness.
A blonde in a killer tailored suit caught the periphery of his eye. She was manning an exhibition of custom jewlrey and fine cut gemstones.
"Well, Miss Sloan," he checked his watch, "it's about time for lunch, yes? Why don't you go put some food and drinks on my tab." His voice would have been warmer if not for the cocksure tone he took in inviting her to spend his money. He genuinely did enjoy treating his employees. "I'll think on that crawler."
With that he departed the accountant and crossed the exhibition floor to meet the blonde waiting for him. "For fuck sake you could have dropped me a pin." He wiggled his phone at her blaming her for his inability to locate her on the sales floor.
Owen leaned on her display case with both hands, no regard for leaving his finger prints. That was her problem not his. There was an impossibly delicate little bracelet that caught his eye. He thought about a slim wrist adorned with it. Tattooed fingers on his --
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