I smiled, glad to see that she was in such good spirits, especially after the day we had, and headed into the bathroom. Soon, I emerged from the shower, refreshed, with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
"Hum," Leila said, sitting in a club chair in the living room, adjacent from the bathroom, "you look good enough to eat."
I laughed. "Now, don't you dare get that started."
She laughed as she finished the last of the blood in her glass and I headed toward the bedroom. I came out a few minutes later, wearing a dark gray suit, black Versace shoes, with my dark brown hair combed back, still wet from the shower.
Leila gave a low whistle, smiling.
"Don't start," I said, grinning as she laughed.
"No, I don't want you to be late for your meeting," she said, smiling seductively, "but may
