Chapter 9: by Natters
Janet's POV
"Cassandra is going to be the death of me." I complain to Daniel as everyone turns back to their conversations and drinks.
"I thought you said that was my job last night Doctor?" he teases me, and runs his fingers down my bare spine.
I knew there was a good reason to wear a backless dress to the reception. My blood sings and every nerve ending comes alive as I look up into his warm gaze. "Why Doctor Jackson, that was completely… different circumstances." I grin as I grind against him briefly before moving back to a respectful distance.
I hear a soft groan from my dancing partner. "No fair." He protests softly.
"You started it Daniel."
"Yeah, well, that dress should come with a warning label."
"This ol' thing?" I drawl.
He rolls his eyes at me. "That might work, if I hadn't heard Sam talking about you three ladies going shopping for new dresses last week. And I saw the price tag in your bin a few nights ago."
"Doctor Jackson, what were you doing looking in my waste disposal bin?"
"I dropped my glasses off the kitchen unit." He admits sheepishly. "SOMEbody woke me up when she wanted a midnight snack."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're implying. Besides I know some guy who likes to lay draped all over a girl, so she can't get up without waking him." Who knew a man Daniel's age could look so cute when he's embarrassed. "But please DON'T change on my account." Or go from cute to sexy in a heartbeat. How does he do that?