Chapter SixIt most certainly was. I’d gotten more than a bit turned on (again--I told you I was a randy slut, didn’t I?) in the course of sucking Mark off. Nothing could have been more appealing than a long romp on a nice firm mattress with this gorgeous, fascinating new man. We passed through his kitchen to down a frosty glass of iced mineral water each before he led me down a hallway filled with professionally lit museum quality art to enter his bedroom. It was spectacular, filling a corner of the penthouse with two giant floor-to-ceiling window walls displaying the nighttime panorama of the Bay and the City in the distance. He queried:
“This is the tallest building for ten miles, so I generally don’t opaque the windows, since it would take a helicopter to peep in. But if you’d feel mor
