She was about to slap him but stopped herself. She saw the menacing grin he wore, and she backed off slightly. She was afraid. There was a glint in his eye that she feared.
“My apartment, twenty minutes,” she said. “You bring the champagne.” She turned and marched out of the mansion. Williams danced towards the door, singing and kicking his heels as he went.
This will be a night to remember, he thought.
Steel walked into his apartment. His bloodstained hands left trails on the door as he moved inside. The bright light of the afternoon sun illuminated the area. He moved to the bathroom slowly, his body hurting all over from the beating and the fall.
He was glad that the mattresses had been there. In fact, it was probable cause to buy a lottery ticket after an experience like that. Steel
