Oh, I don’t think I need to do that Samantha” he laughed. “If you had had so much as a penknife on you, you wouldn’t be standing here now “He gestured her to go and sit down.
“So why did you take the risk of coming here ?”, Jason asked.
Samantha could tell from his expression that he was truly puzzled by her appearance.
She slowly lowered herself into the chair that Jason had motioned towards ...she took a deep breath, and a minute to think about what she was going to answer.
Her sharp emerald eyes met his, and she said softly, "Self-preservation".
Her eyes flickered, making them look a shade darker, and she added, "Sure you don't want to search for yourself, Jason,? For the weapon, I mean."
“Well,I suppose I could call the guys in and tell them to search you again in front of me, Samantha” he said. “I’m sure they would do a thorough search, exploring all the possible hiding places” he added, giving her a sardonic grin.
Samantha gave him the hint of a frosty smile, although the light of it never reached her emerald eyes.
She nodded, and agreed, "I suppose you could do that, if you want to, Jason ......but I promise you that I carry no conventional weapons anywhere on me. Search all you like."
Jason walked behind her chair and reached down to cup her breasts.
“Perhaps not conventional weapons, sweet Samantha” he murmured in her ear, squeezing her nipples “but these could cause a lot of problems if a guy wasn’t paying attention.”
Samantha squirmed a little in her chair; just enough so that her breasts were pressed more firmly within his grasp.
"Really, Jason??", she asked in a soft voice. "You honestly think that I could cause trouble for you?"
She laughed lightly, adding, "Are you paying attention, Jason?"
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