James propped himself back up as Angie came back into the room, walking the walk he had almost memorised now and with an almost comical look of fake disappointment on her face. "How many times have I asked you, sweetly, to please don't use this table for your magazines and glasses?" she asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide a broad smile. "I have to clean it up several times a day!"<br/><br/>Sarah chose that moment to giggle and to lay her head down on his lap as Angie moved forwards with a wet sponge and an innocent look. Bad timing, bad timing! After picking up and neatly arranging the various magazines Sarah had left on the table - Cosmo, Vogue, all that girly stuff - Angie bent down slowly over the table and begun industriously wiping it down, with deep, hard strokes, running the watery sponge all over the sticky glass, wiping and wiping, giving him (and Sarah, though he didn't think about it) the perfect view of her perfect cleavage.<br/><br/>James went hard.<br/><br/><em>Shit!</em>he thought, uncomfortably aware of the head on his lap, way too close for comfort to the sudden tent he had errected in his pants.<em>Of all the times -</em>and he unceremoniously pushed Sarah's head off his lap and back onto the sofa. "Not now, Sarah, we're gonna eat dinner!" he said quickly, pretending to dust off his pants while desperately attempting not to have his eyes drawn back, back, back to the maid as she worked quietly and quickly at the table, breasts moving ever so slightly, almost painfully desirably and so, so close... "Just sit up properly and, uh, I'll go get the water" he finished, trying to put the sofa between him and the two girls, and rushing off into the kitchen.<br/><br/><em>Oh, god,</em>he thought, leaning back against the fridge and trying to collect his thoughts.<em>It's a good thing I'm going to - I'm doing this tonight, otherwise... did Sarah notice? What did she think? How friggin' embarrassing, and absolutely by random chance, too - I hope she didn't feel it, didn't feel anything, didn't notice anything.</em>Grabbing the jug of ice-cold water from the fridge and rummaging for some empty cups in the drawer, he rushed back to the lounge room.<br/><br/>"Let's see" he said nervously, as Angie demurely bent over to set the table, inadvertently showing off her prominent assets again. "Um, one for you, one for Angie, and one for - oh, crap -" A sudden icy sensation as the splash of water soaked through the front of his shirt, the glass cup luckily bouncing off the leather seat to land quite safely in a cushion. " - guess I'm going to need to, uh, change my shirt or something."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>