Lisa hadn’t realized Derek was quite so rich. She knew his clothes were expensive, of course. After working in fashion for so long—she could evaluate the relative expense of clothes and accessories.
But she never knew he was that rich to afford the vast top floor suite of one of the most luxurious hotel.
“Come in" Derek says with his husky masculine voice she always finds sexy, as he opens the door for her.
Her excitement returned with full force—not only intense arousal but also a giddy joy that she was actually doing this, taking this step, pulling out of the shelter she’d hid behind for so long.
“Do you want something to drink? They brought up some Scotch for me earlier, or I could call down for—”
“I’m not thirsty”. She cuts him short.
He turns and looks at her, “Not even for me?"
