“I hope you don't mind,” James said to Cynthia as they took the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor. “I thought I should bring you away to defuse the situation.”
“It's okay,” she told him. “Great idea. Thank you.”
He looked at her with a warm smile. “You're welcome.”
The elevator opened into the vestibule of the penthouse. James opened the door and led her into an ultramodern apartment.
“You can hang out here for a few minutes,” he told her. “I'll change into a new shirt.”
“What about the stain?”
“Don't worry about it, my housekeeper will take care of it.”
Cynthia shook her head. “I'm afraid that'll be too late. Let me deal with it now.”
“Alright, if you insist.” As soon as he said that, he started unbuttoning the shirt. Cynthia swallowed as more ski
