She purred, “I /love/ being a distraction.” She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips, slowly, before failing to maintain a straight face and breaking up into laughter. “So I should come with you on the next business trip.”
“Oh, definitely,” he replied, keeping a straight face marginally longer than her. “I’m sure I’d get some business done, in between acting like a fuck machine and playing tourist.”
“Machine, is it? Pfffft. Even a machine designed and built by you would not be as good as you are.” She grinned. “I’m sure you could get things done while /I/ was playing tourist.”