Cooper maintained his pose of refined lasciviousness until Sarah had disappeared from sight and the door closed again. Then the air fled his lungs with a gasp and he slumped, head lolling back as if he had just finished a half-marathon in his steel-toed boots. The girl knew her craft, that was for damn sure. Ever little swish of her hips, tilt of her head, every step she took was another brushstroke in a work of art. “<em>Hell</em>yeah.”<br/><br/>He sighed and picked up the glass of water. Best take a swig while he could, he reflected. All this gaping was making him a little parched, and he didn’t trust his grip in the presence of Sarah’s performance. Condensation from the glass dampened his palm and he dragged it over his forehead and brushcut to cool himself a little. He settled back in his chair again just as Sarah sashayed back out of the bathroom, and this time allowed himself a low whistle of approval.<br/><br/>“Mm-hmm. Now that’s very nice too.”