Do you want me to beg? (Dream sequence Episode 2.11)
Phryne and Jack had eyeballed each other as he finished broadcasting his weather report. Phryne said nothing as he left the booth and joined her in the hallway. She knew he was undercover and she did not want to jeopardise his disguise.
Before she could say anything, Jack burst out with "I need you to move in on this case. Collins can't handle it alone!"
Somewhat amazed, Phryne said "Are you still incognito? This is not Jack Robinson speaking. You want me to watch over Hugh?"
"I wish you wouldn't put it quite like that" he said.
"You could ask nicely" said Phryne pointedly.
"Do you want me to beg?" he asked.
Phryne was a little taken back by this request. Jack was begging her to help in the investigation. Jack Robinson, master of calm and planning, was almost begging!
Phryne had men beg from her before. Some had even grovelled. But this was Jack! Jack usually didn't beg; he asked, made statements, occasionally demanded, but he didn't beg!
Phryne had a flash of an image. Of Jack on his knees before her, his face pleading, hands out in supplication. Jack asking, pleading, touching her, stroking her, worshipping her! Suddenly, in her mind's eye, Jack was wearing less, as was she. There was a big room, large windows, soft billowing curtains, a bucket of iced champagne, soft furnishings, a couch, a large bed…..!
"Miss Fisher, Miss Fisher, Phryne!"
Phryne came back to the present. She was standing in a hallway in a radio station, with Jack Robinson scowling at her. He looked different. The she realised that he was not wearing his usual suit, but a knitted vest that asking to be removed and thrown aside!
"Are you paying attention Miss Fisher?" he asked
"Of course Jack" Phryne smiled, focused on the task at hand and said "Help Hugh, then interview the station staff and don't blow your cover...Archie!"
Jack scowled at her again. "Keep your mind on the job, Miss Fisher. I'm stuck here. I don't like to beg again!" He turned and walked down the hall, smoothing his hand over his hair, his jacket tight across his shoulders, as it rode up on one ride to reveal a well-shaped rear.
Phryne gazed after him, totally forgetting what he had just asked her to do!