You were beginning to regret this internship.
First of all, she's filthy rich. Not that this is a free internship, but she can certainly afford to pay you more. She has promised if you do a good job assisting her there is potential for growth, though.
Of course, some might argue just being so close to one of the sexiest women in the world is payment enough. Even now, you feel the butterflies from just being in her presence. She's wearing the minimal amount of clothing to deal with the heat. A blue-green tank top that hugs her flat stomach and the curves of her ridiculously, disproportionately buxom bust. Tiny khaki shorts that barely contain her curvy ass and show off plenty of slender, toned, well-tanned legs, down to her hiking boots which end barely above her ankles.
You watch her long, dark brown ponytail swish back and forth as she ventures deeper into this tomb just ahead of you.
But as much as you enjoy looking at her, that doesn't make up for the fact that you've almost died about a million times now just since descending into this tomb with her. Sure, she's done okay protecting you from the booby traps and blasting through all the mummies and other undead guards with her twin pistols so far. But you can't help thinking maybe you should have just gone with a minimum wage job that didn't come with the constant threat of death.
Up ahead, a hole in the cavern ceiling above you allows a shaft of light to fall directly on top of a plinth. Sitting there are an ancient bow and a sling filled with arrows.
"This is it," Lara says, in awe as the two of you approach the plinth. "Cupid's bow and arrows, just like in the legends."
She nocks an arrow on the bow, stretches her arms out, and pulls back.
Just then, a stalactite drops from above, falling right down at you. Panicked, you jump out of the way, accidentally bumping right into Lara, causing her to fire the arrow directly at her foot.
At first, you're scared to even look, expecting to see the arrow sticking out of Lara's hiking boot. But it's lying on the ground next to her, having either missed her entirely or bounced harmlessly off the boot. Now all the near-death experiences definitely don't seem worth having come all this way for such an ineffective weapon.
Still, you'd better apologize profusely to Lara. She's not someone you want to get on the wrong side of.
But the intense way she's meeting your gaze isn't anger. It seems to be quite the opposite.
She quickly comes even closer to you, looking up at your face with her big brown doe eyes and pouty red lips. Both of her hands go to your chest and caress you lovingly.
"You know," she says, in that posh, sexy London accent of hers while batting her long lashes at you. "There's no rush to get out of here. Now that we're all alone deep in this subterranean tomb with no one else around, maybe this would be a good time to get to know each other a little better."
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