It might really take something for her to recognize him, she was from South America and she just didn't care much. Or at least that is what she wanted people to think, that she just owned her business and enjoyed the luxuries and freedoms that came from it. There was much more to the Latina.<br/><br/>She eased back but the way she positioned herself put her hands back behind her and thrust her breasts out.<br/><br/><br/>"Well...I have a wicked mind." She then jumped off. She pulled a bottle of tequila from her bag, and put it next to the one that was already on the desk. She always sent over one shortly before she would be returning. She could not be without her family heritage. "How about we start with something relaxing? Tequila shots? Then she laughed. "Tequila body shots?" She went to one of the cabinets under a tall shelf of books, and she pulled out an plate of limes that had been sliced that day. She was sure, because the staff took care of her like she was an resident. "Are you gonna need salt or are you strong enough to do it with lime and a straight shot?" She gave him a teasing smile her ass shaking lightly as she moved over to the desk and went back to the desk and started to preparing the shots.