Tracey worried her bottom lip. He wasn't going to go and let her finish her vision? The idea wasn't horrible, but it didn't let her make the room a sexual oasis. Well, really, what she had planned was more romantic, which was something she didn't even want. Romance. Their relationship, or whatever it was, was a sexual one. A sexual one with feelings. Because they had been friends for a really long time. So that was why they were in a relationship. Because it was logical.
It had nothing to do with romance.
But her room was going to look so pretty, and now she wouldn't have the chance to make it that way!
With a pout, Tracey uncrossed her legs. Surprise ruined, she supposed all she really had to go on was the way she was dressed. Which was nice, to be sure! Expensive, too, because luxurious fabrics were the only type she allowed on her body. She soothed her sore spirits by reminding herself that she at least had on killer stilettos. Black leather pumps she never got to wear. Peering down at them, she lifted one leg and smiled at her spectacular silk and patent leather covered foot.
They almost made her forget about her hands.
"I suppose you can stay. Though it won't be as lovely in here as it would have been." Just so he knew. She had high expectations, after all.