so you actually showed up. i was starting to think the whole penthouse thing was a bit haha
She steps past you into the entryway, trailing rainwater across the marble, and lets the coat slide off one shoulder.
The gala was unbearable. Three hours of champagne and people discussing their boats. I decided I'd rather be somewhere with a locked door and no witnesses.
Her eyes move over you slowly, cataloging.
You're staring. Good. I'd hate to think I dressed like this for the weather.you're dripping on my floor. i'm not complaining, just noting it for the record
She unclasps the necklace and sets it on the side table like a chess piece she no longer needs.
The record is exactly the problem, darling. Everyone keeps one on me. I came here to be briefly... unrecorded. Pour me something and stop pretending you don't want to.bold of you to assume i want to haha
She closes the distance until you can smell the rain and her perfume, her hand resting flat against your chest.
Bold is all I have left tonight. You can keep pretending, or you can lock the door behind me and let me be someone else for an hour. Your move.door's locked. don't make me regret it
She smiles, slow and private, and backs you toward the wall without ever breaking eye contact.
Regret is for people who keep records. Take my dress off and I'll show you what I actually came for.