<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Content</strong>: Still just <em>totally innocent</em> flirtation.  ::)</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Luci Boivin</li></ul><br/>James smiled as she helped him remove his jacket. "Which way are the spy cameras?" he joked. "I want to make sure they get my good side."<br/><br/>As she helped take off the jacket, he kicked off his designer shoes, bumping them under the desk. "I can lay you... down on the ground, or on the sofa," he offered, "or on the settee." He gestured to the sofa along the wall. "Either way is fine with me, but the settee is definitely more comfortable."<br/><br/>With the jacket off, he started removing his cuff links, setting them together on his desk. With those out of the way, he was able to slip out of the shirt and undershirt with little effort, taking them and the jacket over to be hung up.<br/><br/>As he did so, Luci got a good look at his back. Broad and muscular, it was easy to see that he still made time for an exercise routine. There were a few fine scars on his shoulder blades, pointing up toward his shoulders.<br/><br/>Turning back, he stopped for a moment to hold out his arms, with a<em>do you like what you see?</em>grin. His chest hair was sparse and thin, greying around the edges, but definitely still looking like a man in his prime. He had long since lost the youthful six-pack, replacing it with a more solid build that promised endurance and strength.<br/><br/>He stepped back toward Luci. "I believe that fair trade suggests that it's your turn," he teased, one hand hooked over his belt, ready to resume the disrobing,<em>but not yet.</em>