Jesse held up a hand. “Half hour,” he corrected, as smoothly as always. “And I believe you, love. You look far too ravishing and important to do such a thing as observe someone’s misgivings for fun,” his lips twitched upward in amusement at her terrible attempt at an English accent – he had to give her credit for trying, though. “Right, well, as long as you promise never to try and say the word arse again, I will accept your offer for help,” he cleared his throat, reaching out for her extended hand. “You may be right, though. I have been in here long enough.”
“Mhm,” she hummed in amusement, watching as he struggled in the chest. “Promise. It was just as bad for you as it was for me.” Simply tugging on his hand wasn’t enough and Erin had to clasp both hands around him and tug with much more effort than she was expecting. When he was finally brought to his feet, Erin dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged. The more she was around him, the more anxious she found herself feeling. “Well, like you said, this ravishing girl has important business to do,” she spoke, turning around as she walked to her directors chair. “Oh, and stay away from chests from now on.”
