(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br/><br/>Caroline could tell he was nervous. Which, was a good thing for her. As his nerves meant that she had far less to worry about. She could handle nerves much better than she could have handled an arrogant playboy who called women like Nicole every other night. Not that she couldn’t handle sex, she’d been handling that for nearly a decade. It was the expectation she worried with. At least with Joel being a little shy and a little nervous, she didn’t assume he expected her to be anything other than who she was.<br/><em><br/>"Um sure, why don't we sit down" </em><br/><br/>The blush across his cheeks made him even more attractive. Especially since it came as he was checking her out, which he should be doing ... he was paying for this, paying for her. In Caroline’s mind he should check out the merchandise all he wanted. For the night, she and every part of her ... was his.<br/><br/>She followed him to the couch, snuggling in beside him and tucking her high heel covered feet up under her. She leaned into him, her breasts brushing against his sport coat covered shoulder. The fingers of one knowing hand teased down the buttons of his shirt. The other, slid up the back of his neck and into his hair.<br/><br/>“Don’t be nervous Joel, I’m here for you. Whatever you want from me, whatever you want me to do ...”<br/><br/>The hand on his chest moved ever lower, her manicured nails dragging gently across the zipper flap of his jeans.<br/><br/>“... I’m all yours.”