“You could have brought me up here sooner,” Myra said, her hand on Atlas’ arm as they went down a flight of discreet stairs at the other side of the mansion after they had gone up the one leading to the ladies' restroom Lica had taken earlier.
“I was not sure that you'd like such things.” Atlas was looking at her with adoring eyes.
“What things?”
“You see,” Atlas raised his index finger and ran it down the side of her face, she could feel Greg and Lena shadowing them, “We have a little too much fun sometimes.”
“I like too much sometimes.” She said gently, looking in his eyes. That seemed to surprise him and for a few seconds he did not know what to say.
By the time he was ready to speak, they were very close to a round door she knew had to lead to this private lounge.
Atlas scanned
