It was highly likely that Scarlett would never quite sort out what it was about Aldrich that appealed to her, which was why she didn't intend to expend the energy trying to figure it out. All she knew was that she felt the most delightful surge of pure feminine power at the way he looked at her, standing in his entryway fully nude but for her heels.
He looked like a writer, and that also, for reasons she didn't know, stirred desire in her. "It was a good start. Inspired, really. I thought you might like more. We can start with my lips around your cock," she suggested. The tip of her tongue lid over her red lips. She'd picked her most vibrant shade after reading the clip he'd sent her. She had no intention of commenting on Violet. Obviously he'd been distracted by her; Violet was dull as could be!