After sending Violet the invitation, Wesley lounged languorously a few minutes longer, considering the possibilities. Violet was such a young thing--an adult, certainly, but not by much--and yet there was something undeniably alluring about her. It was probably the cauldrons of talent housed within her, something he yearned to play with, to nurture. There was no doubt he enjoyed collaborating with her on the music, and he was certain he would enjoy bedding her, as he rarely didn't enjoy such things. But did he want to? Would it benefit him beyond the physical gratification?
Wes supposed that time would tell. Besides, he wasn't always in the habit of planning such things. Only occasionally.
What he really wanted was to see Violet loosen up a bit. Come out of her shell. She piqued his curiosity, and he wanted to know who she really was. He wanted her to figure out who she really was.
He had to find some way to entertain himself, after all.
Wes stood, finally, and made his way to his wine cellar, evaluating the bottles before choosing a light and fruity champagne he knew he would enjoy even if Violet didn't join him. He set the bottle on a counter in his kitchen before wandering to his bedroom so he could change into a pair of swim trunks. Tempted though he was to go nude and wait for her in the spa, he hadn't decided just what games he wanted to play tonight.