The mischievous glint to Phoebe's bright blue eyes was evident when he pointed out making up a room wasn'tt necessary. Whether he actually slept they or not, however, she did feel it was necessary. At least for appearances sale. If Gregory did come home, having a room set up would keep their asses covered. She may be a slut but she was not a stupid one.
"You'll have a room," she said in a tone that showed there would be no argument on the matter, "Whether you actually sleep in it or not is entirely up to."
She stood up then, trailing a hand along his arm and shoulder as she stepped away from the table. "Well, Mr. Sampson," she started to say, eyes staying focused on him, "We already had dinner for the evening but you're welcome to help yourself to anything here. You room will be next to mine. The first and second rooms on the third floor."
Leaning down, she nipped his ear with her teeth before grabbing the glass of water he'd gotten for himself and left the kitchen. But, not before swallowing the second pill he'd given her.
"You'll have a room," she said in a tone that showed there would be no argument on the matter, "Whether you actually sleep in it or not is entirely up to."
She stood up then, trailing a hand along his arm and shoulder as she stepped away from the table. "Well, Mr. Sampson," she started to say, eyes staying focused on him, "We already had dinner for the evening but you're welcome to help yourself to anything here. You room will be next to mine. The first and second rooms on the third floor."
Leaning down, she nipped his ear with her teeth before grabbing the glass of water he'd gotten for himself and left the kitchen. But, not before swallowing the second pill he'd given her.