Retreating into his own glass of water Jake took a long thirsty gulp. "No it's not that, I just..." He started but stalled. Talking about it, about his misgivings was a sure way to kill any mood he though. He didn't want the complication, he didn't want to have a crush on a girl who needed a football team to be satisfied.<br/><br/>His thoughts were derailed by the suddenly liquid garment oozing down to the floor. He stepped back, "What the fuck..." His eyes lifted with hers and only then did he register her nudity. "Holy shit, you're naked. I mean gorgeous." A loop-sided smile rested on his youthful but handsome face, "Gorgeous and naked."<br/><br/>His growing desire for her had become something wild, stronger than his reservations or his doubts. It was hot ball deep in his core, and it was a throbbing heat, thrumming with his heartbeat in the crowded confines of his jeans.<br/><br/>He dropped the empty glass back into the robo-maid's hands. "That's all Rosie can you...go." He sidestepped the melted clothing and sat down next to the half-naked green beauty. He reached out and ran his hands through her black tresses, so he he gently held her face in his hands. Her heady fragrance was making him drunk. "It's not that." he said again about looking down on certain behavior. "It's..." he leaned in, whispered, "...not important," an instant before his lips meet hers in a eager kiss, his restraint evaporating on the winds of sexual  chemistry and overwhelming desire.