His gaze tingled, it darted from the papers to her then back again as he resisted the urge to stare. When he did, his mouth hung open and he forced concentration back into his brain with quick blinks.
Phryne dressed for herself, that her choice of dress draped above her knee as she sat on her spot at Jack's table was incidental. A delightful consequence that did wonders to her, even more so when her darling Inspector had been unhooking dresses that weren't hers.
Not that she was jealous, Phryne Fisher didn't do jealous.
Did she?
His unwilling attention earned smirks from her. She could act bolder, rest her legs side by side, then part them. Perhaps lay a foot on his lap, draw it up his thigh and find out if he'd sigh or groan when she reached his crotch.
She swallowed, smiled to herself, facing the ceiling. Considered how long it would take the Inspector to get up and between her thighs.
She held back a sigh of her own, sensed his gaze, and fought the urge to act upon her fantasy.
"Would you… Get off my desk, please?" his gaze darted from her figure.
An inner, disappointed sigh.
Oh, well... In time.