<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>5:08 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open for business, Email: Mel<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Her response came back, and he sat on the edge of his seat once again to read it. He had made a folder just for her emails, and he had already moved the others into that folder. No accidental deletions gonna happen there, he thought.<br/><br/>She saw the signature. Well, of COURSE she did, and it was in the email! And of course she speaks French! Something about that tickled him, about him sending her something written in her mother tongue. He was trying. He didn't know if that annoyed her, or just made himself look silly. He wondered for a moment if perhaps -all- of his emails were just making himself look silly. What if she were sitting in her office sharing them with all her co-workers, having a good laugh?<br/><br/>~That's pretty cynnical, even for you, Theo,~ his inner voice said. ~She's not like that. A little exhibitionist and proud, maybe... but you could -sure- have some fun with that. It means less inhibitions. She might do things to you that no other woman has, or could...~<br/><br/>He shivered suddenly at the thought, a cold chill running down his spine. Again - thinking too far ahead - but his fantasies about the sexy European were sure making the room feel a lot warmer than it really was.<br/><br/>Maybe if he focused on a reply, that would help him -stop- the passionate, racy fantasies flooding his thoughts.<br/><em><br/>"Dearest Mel,<br/><br/>Feel free to take your time to consider my offer. I am available for you 24/7 in case you have questions or concerns about the position. There would be minimal effort required and no long hours, though there could be occasional physical labor.<br/><br/>I feel we -both- deserve love. At least I can't see any reason why either of us wouldn't. It comes in all shapes and sizes, at the most random times, too. Who knows, you might find it soon - even tomorrow or the next day. Love is fickle that way.<br/><br/>You need to relax? Perhaps it is -I- who should be distributing massages for -you-! However, I do not know if such sweet, soft skin would enjoy the touch of large, strong hands. However, I would give you my promise to do everything in my power to ease whatever tension you might be experiencing. <br/><br/>Another skylight - not a problem at all. I think have three left, so one is perfectly fine. I'll bring it over with the rest...<br/><br/>In less than an hour.<br/><br/>Vous êtes mon rêve,<br/>-Theo"</em><br/><br/>He smiled when he finished this one. Flirty, and practical. He was glad she asked for something he had on hand, so he could be helpful to her again. Women seemed to like that. As soon as the message was on the way, he quickly rose and took his truck-keys from his desk and walked quickly to the back and through the back door. He went to his truck and moved it to one of the empty parking spaces out front. It'd be easier to load her items into the truck by parking out front, and he figured he could load some items, check email, load some items, check email again... so that he could keep an eye on it and hope to hear from her again.<br/><br/>