I could see she was rattled by all the attention I'd shown her during dinner. I'd purposely not given her any wine with her meal. I wanted her to have a clear head.

"Come 'ere." I pulled her down on my lap and we sat and watched the skyline, my hand on her bare leg, rubbing circles with my fingers.

"Give me your foot."

She lifted first one leg, and then the other, so I could remove her killer heels. They looked fucking hot on her feet, but I know they had to ...