<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 2<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><--- Green dress, heels,<del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat  </del><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/>The door clicked shut behind her and for a brief moment Erica debated lingering there, her back pressed to the cool wood, but lurking or hovering really just weren't her style and so she took a deep breath and continued forward, tossing her hat onto a nearby chair.  Not bad.  Perhaps a bit small for her tastes, but it was just one of the many guest rooms.  Total props to his decorator who managed to keep things modern and still pay homage to the relaxed tropical setting.<br/><br/>Realizing that she was in fact still stalling she turned to face Aaron, spine straightening, shoulders back her head tilted to an almost haughty angle.  "In my defense talking has never been our strong suit.  I don't expect an account of your ex girlfriends ..." Nor did she ever expect to be vacationing at one of their vacation homes either, but that was beside the point.  Though she mentioned wanting to get changed she made no effort  to shed any of her clothing.  In fact she even kept her heels on, their not exactly practical four inch height boost making sure that she didn't have to crane her neck to look up at him.<br/><br/>"You invited me.  I said yes..." it wasn't like she'd weaseled an invitation out of him.   All very true and perfectly logical points, but she wasn't sure that Aaron would be inclined to see things that way.