Worries

Roxy remarked, "What a nice name."

Chris exclaimed, even as he internally grimaced at what was coming out of his mouth, "You have a wonderful name as well." Is there any way he could sound any worse? He felt like a giddy adolescent, befuddled and tongue-tied in the presence of a lovely young lady. What the hell was going on with him? His sweating palms were wiped on his jeans. And, to add to his sorrow, her perfume was driving him insane with heart-pounding want. Whatever it was, it should be made illegal. She had an enticing odour.

"Thank you," she whispered gently as she took a step closer, drawn by an odd need. Did this guy realise how attractive he was? Her wolf agreed by bobbing her head up and down. Those snug pants, the t-shirt that hung so perfectly around his shoulders...

Is it hot in here, or what, Chris thought as she stepped closer?

"Do you require anything else from the upper levels?" He inquired.

"No, these light bulbs were all I needed