Settling into the seat facing the door, I called up the file on the young woman that stood before me. Fairly sparse on information, but enough of the essentials are there to see that she does seem at least a prospect.<br/><br/>My eyes rise from the computer screen to her, to find her still standing, and I can feel my lips curl into a smile. Good. She has some manners at least. I wave my hand to the chair opposite me. "Sit, mademoiselle, sit. You may find yourself able to do little enough of that if we take you on." I smile at her, to put her at her ease. No doubt she thinks I'm making at joke about her being run ragged with work. I'm thinking about her bent over that chair, short skirt flipped up, and a bare rear presented to the world .. or at least to me. Yes, I'd like to run my fingers over that little peach, and see how ripe it is.<br/><br/>I sit back in my chair, steepling my fingers in front of me, regarding her silently. "Tell me of yourself mademoiselle DesJardins. What prompted you to offer yourself here?"