The car falls quiet, and he looks at me.
“Come back to mine,” he says, and I look at him. “Stay the night, Alexis. Everyone will be gone, so come stay,” he speaks and waits.
I want to, but I'm also not sure.
“One night, I promise not to f**k you again, if that helps?” He smiles at me, and I laugh.
“It doesn't, your offering to f**k me again would help.” I joke, and he laughs.
“So is that a yes, you will come and stay?” he asks, and I nod. I watch as he does something with his phone before sliding it into his pocket.
A few minutes later, the car stops, and he helps me out. Walking into the building, he guides me to the lift.
“I would like to have a real conversation with you, Alexis, not about business,” he says. I nod in agreement; he doesn't know anything about me really.
Stepping
