They kiss and he brushes his fingertips against her cheek, down along the lenght of her neck and the edge of the deep cut dress. A promise for what's to come before they head back home. The evening had been fun and more importantly--profitable. But he was looking forward to getting back. The drive then, felt longer than it was.

Arriving back home, with the car parked, he turned his attention back to her, eyes glittering in the dark of the garage.

"My room or yours?"