For Alex, this was just... pure thanks. It was a "Yay! I'm gonna be rich! You're the best!" hug.
But for poor, poor, panicked Violet?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
She was definitely feeling something... else... on her body. Her brain was just... short-circuiting. It was all sparks and ERROR! ERROR! messages.
She was so glad, so, so, SO glad, that he was at least wearing... something... this morning. A... a small pair of briefs, maybe? Some... shorts? She wasn't sure. She was too scared to look down.
But she knew, thank god, that he wasn't completely, horrifyingly... naked... like that last time.
...But...
Even with the clothes... she was still feeling... it.
She was feeling it, all hot and solid and hard, pressed right on her... her... nether region.
It was just there. Poking her. Right through her own thick, boring, modest-as-a-nun, ten-layer-feeling skirt.
And she knew.
