It's just—sweetie, it isn't right." "But why?" "It just wouldn't be. We're supposed to act a certain way around each other, and when that changes......" she paused, and I watched as her eyes glazed over for a moment before snapping back. "Well, who knows what kind of trouble we'd get into?" "We don't have to tell anyone. It could just be our little secret." I shifted closer and slid my arms sensually around her waist, one sliding up to curl her hair behind her ear, "hmm? Think about it," I. " Ron snorted in response. "You're not her bloody type," he muttered. The walk up to the second floor room was interminable, the staircase never-ending. Finally, he reached Room No. 23 and let himself in. The sight that met his eyes stopped Ron in his tracks; thankfully Ginny had the presence of mind to wave her wand at the door and shut them away from the prying eyes of any other occupants. Placing the wand down beside her on the bed, she lay back against the mound of pillows and gazed at. It actually happened, his wish actually happened. Does this mean... the ad actually worked. There’s now possible way... he must try it again. This time, paying attention.Uhhmm. Jack mumbled as his brain churned with ideas. What if his co-workers were hotter? And female. Maybe resembling some pornstars or an actress he’d thought. Clicking onto a media browser and searching his favorite models.Visiting one of his go to nude model websites, {he} searches through the image gallery. “Owh! I like. "I was hoping my little spiel would work on these guys the way it had on the two yahoos up in Healdsburg, but I didn't think it was going to with Fred Conway. This guy definitely had some sort of short circuit in his mental wiring."Are we going to use our talent?" I heard Harley ask."Not unless I have to," I thought back to him. "Too many witnesses." I felt his silent agreement."Did you really follow me home last night, and then follow us again this morning?" I asked."Oh yeah," he practically.