"My place or your place?" He suggested.
"I'm not just a one night stand, Volkov." I stated, crossing my arms in determination.
"You said your offer only stands once, that's one night, Miss." He whispered, his cologne filled my nose as I inhaled sharply.
"We are both powerful people, we can handle more than one night stand Nikolai." I hinted.
"We'll never know until we try the process, or what do you think, ma'am?" He teased, offering his hands, I accepted the invite, allowing him to lead me out of the function. We both quietly slipped out and entered his black Sedan, which he drove to his penthouse. That very night we had more rounds than either of us could count, I woke up the next day alone, with a note and a meal.
It said, " I don't do love, but if you want to be my mistress. Meet me here in two nights. I prefer red." The note shortly said.
