The X Ambassadors were blaring from the radio on the floor and her hips swayed in time as she checked for air bubbles in her work. Tanner stood in the studio doorway watching her. Jessa was definitely someone who attracted his attention... his and every other red-blooded male in a hundred mile radius. Anytime she was around his head went completely blank for thirty seconds before he regained control of himself. He watched her sway her hips in an absentminded way, the fringe of her cutoff denim shorts moving in the breeze against her long, sun-kissed legs. Her tank top clung to her curves and hugged the swell of her breasts, giving him just enough of a view to know that her body would blow his mind when he got her naked. 'When?' He questioned himself. 'Awfully sure of yourself, aren'tcha, champ?' Tanner shook his head. Apparently his subconscious already had plans. So what if he had designs to get her into his bed?  Even if he didn't get to keep her, he wondered what the odds were of getting her into the dungeon for a session or two.
