Louisa felt his hand brushing along her leg and she drew in a soft breath, feeling her skin tingle and heat up with nervousness. She chewed at her lower lip listening to what he said. She knew what a geisha was, sort of, from movies. She smiled when he moved over to gather a small album. Her hand instinctively tugged at her skirt to put it into place. She scooted herself up onto a stool near his, climbing up and letting her legs dangle freely.<br/><br/>She looked from each picture to him, each in turn as to when he was speaking or pointing. It was obvious to her that he thoroughly enjoyed his job and that he had a lot of fun in it. She thought the private islands and such seemed like they would be plenty of fun, but she was worried about just what those people expected to get from her or what Adam had to do in return. She twisted her hair in her finger, curling the length of it around and then untwisting the curl again, over and over.<br/><br/>When he sat back with her and she moved her hands to hold the album and look through it, she felt his hand move back along her silky smooth thighs. Her skin was soft and warm, and had very little if any hair anywhere on her. She shifted a little nervously as he moved his hand under her skirt, and tried to slow her breathing. Here was a handsome man who was nothing but sweet and charming to her, with his hand up her skirt touching her slowly as he told her he was to train her to be a whore.<br/><br/>She stumbled over her words and tried to flip to the next page of the album only to fumble and send the photos tumbling to the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"What did you.. do I.. were...  OH god! I'm sorry. I'll get that!"</strong><br/><br/>She started to slid off the stool to the floor to retrieve the dropped book but thought if she did his hand might slide further up and she blushed at that thought.