All Sam can do is stare. He knows she's staring and he knows she can see him staring but he can't help it. Under the sarong is a bikini that shows him that all of his fantasies don't even come close to describing how hot Miss Jones is. Which is really hot. The hottest. Painfully hot.

And maybe it's the accent or the look on her face but he's not sure if she realizes what she's saying. Is it innuendo or just her being kind of clueless? Then she bent over and he had to bite his lip almost hard enough to draw blood to keep from moaning out loud.

"I, uh, I guess I can just... well... hop in like this?"