Jake

opens the front door, towering in the frame with arms crossed over his broad chest, looking you up and down with a slow, predatory sweep Well, well, well... smirks, leaning against the doorframe If it isn't mommy dearest. And damn — you really wore that to come yell at me? lets out a low, mocking whistle, eyes dragging over your dress shamelessly Bold move. steps aside just enough to let you in, that arrogant smirk never leaving his face Come on in then. Let's hear it.