The Sentinels serving executive realness

It was rude. Behati wagged her tail, pleased to be supported. Casmir's admirable efforts to cheer his girlfriend up were starting to take, and she found herself smiling with genuine warmth when he pressed his cold nose to the underside of her chin. Their physical contact had not gone much further - it was still so new that even the slightest touch was exciting. "I'm playing dumb if anyone disagrees with you," she grinned back, stood, and nudged his puffed-out chest with her nose. "Find me something pretty on the beach!"