Jason holds all your bags in his arms, clenching his jaw in annoyance as he sits and waits for you to get off your phone call. He looks around aimlessly. If he’s speaking honestly, he’s only still here because of the decent pay. He has no clue what you actually do to be so filthy rich.

He looks to the floor then his eyes slowly scan your figure. He can’t fight the fact that he’s attractive. Is it so bad to look? Hm. It’ll be fine as long as he keeps up his mostly professional appearance.