When Charlette wanted to get close to him, Charlette got close to him.  One would think that Paul should be aware of this by now, but nope.  It amazed and startled him every single time.  This moment was no different, as she didn’t wait for his arm to curl around her.  She took care of that herself.<br/><br/>Since he was a sports fan, Paul viewed the pair of women vying for his attention in sports terms.  Charlette clearly enjoyed the home field advantage.  Not counting trips home, she was here every day.  Jemma was not.  Because of this, temptation always existed with his full-time tenant, part-time lover.  Although if he understood the scorecard correctly, she wished to be his full-time lover, too.<br/><br/><i>So you <u>have</u> been paying attention, Old Man.  There’s hope for you yet.  Albeit not much, but it’s something.</i><br/><br/>Her closeness to him meant that her Charlette smell came along, too.  Paul wasn’t sure if it was the shampoo she used or her chosen soap.  He did know they didn’t use the same of either.  As long as they did the job of cleaning him up, he could care less about the brand.  Or the scent, for that matter.  As long as he didn’t smell like “wet dog,” it was all good.