Hours flew by as they sat in the living room closely sharing their thoughts and opinions about her work. The air was filled with laughter and warmth, though the wine, once again, may have been the cause.
"Aaron, I'm impressed. You really have a great eye for this," Claire said proudly as she admired the man her son had become. "I might have to keep you here as Chief Editor. Mine's still pissed at me." She unbuttoned the top latch on her blouse, completely casual.
"I did enjoy it," he admitted, trying not to notice the sheen of sweat between her breasts. "I think I've got a flare for editing more so than writing, to be honest."
"Well I'm sure I'd enjoy your work too," she said while she stretched her back, forcing her breasts tight against her blouse.
"Yeah," he said as he stole a glanc
