At the sight of the suit, Alice let out a low whistle, he did look really good all dressed up. Grinning, she walked over to him, a hand moving up his back as she reached up on her toes, whispering in his ear. "You look good enough to eat Michael."

She didn't care what George Michael saw, he probably figured out by now that they had slept together.

Very slowly she moved over to the fridge and started to take out lunch meat and various things to make sandwiches with.