Rachel deep inside knew things would come to this eventually. She and Alexander were heartless whores. Her marriages had gotten in the way before, but just that. After all, she wouldn't risk cheating and being caught. That would surely not be interesting. Cheaters don't get the heritage.
"Oh, you're such a smooth talker, Alexander." She laughed softly, in a coy way. His hand rested on her thigh, warm and undeaniably confortable. He wasn't the most handsome man she had been with, but he had his charms. He told her about the wine almost whispering in her ear. You had to say the man was bold. "Yes, very welcome indeed." Rachel agreed - she had learned a long time ago that flirting, for women, often meant laughing and agreeing.