Phil smiled at Tanya warmly, conversing briefly as Isabella approached. Seeing her casually embrace Tanya caused a bit of a grin to surface as he pictured the two of them barely clothed, conversing just as casually, as Isabella's hand slid down her bare arm. He quickly hid his arousal - not really wanting to get into a discussion about it. (He foresaw it turning into a quarrel - assuming that she might somehow object.) Traversing the room to lift a glass, he watched as a tall, slender man in a black tuxedo with short, wavy blond hair briskly rushed to the door whispering,<strong>"I'll take care of her bags right away sir."</strong>He dashed past Phil looking downward so as not to initiate eye contact, then closed the door behind him as he left.<br/><br/>Placing the glass to his lips, he slowly drew a sip, then approached the couch and sat on the opposite couch on the opposite corner - facing Isabella diagonally. As he waited for Tanya to sit, he couldn't help watching as Isabella crossed her legs. For a brief moment, he held his breath and sat motionlessly as her long, slender leg raised. Its sheer diaphanous appearance captivated him. Its shading and shape made his eyes widen ever so slightly. His stare penetrated the shadow beneath her dress as he struggled to catch an accidental glimpse of her crotch. The darkened shadow was so deep he could only guess if she was bare or wearing something skimpy and silky beneath. As if time had slowed down to a crawl, his jaw slowly lowered in awe as her leg folded over her knee, and closed upon it. Quickly, he snapped his gaze to her hand, over the curve of her glass and to her eyes - hoping that she didn't notice. The thought of being lectured about etiquette and staring would only ruin his ripening mood.<br/><br/>Having lost awareness of what had been said between the two due to his involuntary loss of attention, he struggled to catch up on the conversation - not realizing that Tanya had been addressed. He interjected,<strong>"Ah yes, swimming. I've always enjoyed hanging around by the poolside and watching Isabella swim."</strong>He looked at her with a wink before regaining eye contact with Tanya and teased,<strong>"You should she the way she twists and turns those thighs when she swims. Its truly mesmerizing."</strong>He chuckled and raised his glass before drawing heavily - eager to blur and smooth the social stress that was starting to build. He wasn't sure why, but he got the impression that he had somehow misspoke. He continued,<strong>"It reminds me of the day that we first met."</strong>He winked at Isabella as the memory returned to mind - though he had no intention of retelling the story to a complete stranger knowing how painfully prim and proper she tended to be at times.<br/><br/>Pivoting towards Tanya, he leaned back into the couch resting the base of his glass atop one kneecap as he held it gently in his hand. He moved his left foot a few feet to the left to part his knees as he shifted his weight with a light grunt and tried to make himself more comfortable. He grumbled as he twisted,<strong>"Sorry, it seems these damn couches were made by skinny little slinky men for small framed women."</strong>He grinned as he attempted to wash over his poorly chosen words then glanced at Isabella as if expecting to be met with an icy stare.<strong>"So Tanya, Isabella seems to have a rather high opinion of you; at least, she sounded rather enthusiastic when she told me about your work. I'm left feeling incredibly curious and somewhat eager to hear a bit about how you work... eh... or more specifically, about how you might intervene?" </strong>His words ended with a curiously enticed smile as he waited and watched her with a hint of fascination.<br/>