“Sascha,” Aldrick smoldered, “I hope we can keep this little encounter between the two of us.”
He winked at her as he casually crossed the room. He stopped near the bar and paused to pour himself a drink. He took a sip slowly and then took a seat in one of the three cream colored leather chairs nestled next to a fake fireplace. The flames flickered and danced across the glass beads hypnotically. Sascha cleared the room in a flash, cooly taking a seat opposite Aldrick and staring into the flames as they moved seductively lapping across the glass. Sascha realized this gave her exactly the upper hand she would need. If she played her cards right and proceeded carefully without just outright blackmailing him, maybe just maybe she would successfully accomplish what she so desperately wante
