When Avery lifted her by the hips Skye's heart leapt into her throat and she instinctively clutched at his shoulders. When she was instead deposited summarily on a desk she felt very foolish and uncertainly let her fingers trail away. There was something different about him here, in his office. Something that hinted that the charming and silvery-voiced Mister Tomlin whose fingers kept exploring her shoulder and her arm was very different to the man who she would end up working for in this office. The first man was warm, friendly and delighted by her enthusiasm in forging a career for herself in the big city. The second man, this man, didn't seem to believe she was capable of doing anything.<br/><br/>Bewildered and slightly confused, she felt him lift her hands and hold them with their palms exposed, then go back to denigrating her abilities some more. "N-no, it wasn't like that!" she protested at last. "I worked as much as I could, but I couldn't help out in the fields, not when I couldn't see what I was doing." She'd helped with some of the animals close to the house, but when the geese decided that they were in charge she'd ended up herded with the rest of their quarry. "That was part of what coming to the city to work was<i>about</i>, to find better accessibility and to work well in an environment where I could. You said that before, at the house," hadn't he? What had she done to disappoint him so much since they got here at the office? She was wracking her brains trying to understand her sins when he pressed gently against the inside of her knee and her legs parted automatically beneath her skirt.<br/><br/>As a child she had had help in bathing well past the age where most sighted children learn to bathe themselves, and as a result was used to being gently positioned and re-positioned as the adult needed her to be. She didn't even think about it until after the fact, and her mind was more focused on his strange fascination with her freckles. "My freckles? I must have, surely?" She turned her palms back and forth, slid her sleeves up and the off-the-shoulder top a little lower as though they would show him some freckles he'd somehow missed and she'd never seen. Unwittingly what she revealed to him instead was the better part of her upper breasts as her top slid down her creamy white skin towards her peaks.<br/><br/>Skye sensed he was weighing her up somehow, that he was considering her worth and finding her wanting and she shrank from his gaze; her face turned down to the floor and disappointment slid across her cheeks, then her shoulders lifted as she rallied. The easy thing would have been to stay at home wrapped in cotton wool and never do<i>anything</i>with her life. The easy thing would be to shrink up and apologise for wasting his time now. Instead she licked her lips nervously and straightened to face the sound of his voice, barely aware of just how close he was standing.<br/><br/>"I'll be a good girl Mister Tomlin," she assured him. "I guess, I guess I don't look like much but I promise I'm a hard worker. I just want to devote myself to making your work here easier and helping you do good, and take what I can from your plate." She stopped trying to show freckles she wan't even sure she had and straightened her clothes, slid forward from the desk to stand and promptly ran into him. At least, if he didn't step back out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry!"<br/><br/>Such a klutz.