Lisa had already mapped out her plan in meticulous detail. Factoring in the house viewing and her deliberate stalling tactics, it would be at least midnight before they were finished. Then, she'd pop open a bottle of champagne for Henry, share a few drinks with him, and slowly strip off her clothes right in front of him.
Late at night, alone in an empty luxury villa, with a beautiful woman undressing and practically begging for him—she didn't believe for a second that he wouldn't give in to temptation.
As long as Henry slept with her, Lisa was confident she could make him fall head over heels, willing to do anything she wanted.
Henry's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hand still resting on Lisa's breast. He tried to pull away, but there was an instinctive reluctance to let
