The suits should be thankful they are worn by Vincent Grey. He oozes sexuality, just like a lot of our gay colleagues at GreyX team kept swooning over him, and love his dark humor.
He pressed a soft kiss on my neck and took a whiff of my scent.
"I want to bottle your scent. Lavender and a hint of vanilla. I knew it."
I sat down in the passenger seat. As he strapped my seatbelt.
"I like to strap you tight."
"Thanks for your safety."
"And for pleasure...hmm?
He gave me a wicked smile and fired up his Audi.
"Your scent has haunted me Cassiopeia. "
"Really?"
He said and he was smiling. Is this him? The mercurial man?
"I wished you'd told me sooner, but you were with Pretty Gisele."
"She never meant anything. She wanted an affair and that's what I gave her. She wants to be an actress and wanted exposure. We both used each other."
"How convenient. Where are we going anyway?"
I change the subject.
" We are going to harbor."