Like Rip could judge for someone lacking a job. She only had one recently and couldn't spend the money she made easily.

To her, the height difference didn't seemt to matter as her hands started roaming over his shoulders and down his arms once his jacket was off. If anything, it encouraged her to kiss him more and to press herself up against him as much as she could.. even drawing him with her as she moved towards the bed. Once she felt the mattress hit the back of her knees, she broke off the kiss and fell back to sit with a smile on her lips as she worked the buttons on her shirt quickly to slide it off, leaving her dress shirt on the floor and letting him see the pale skin beneath and the impalement scar in the center of her chest just below her submissive mark.

Hopefully he didn't mind a scar or two.