Her relationship with Alexander was a permanent clash, a never-ending competition. Even now, in a circunstance that was nothing but unprofessional, it came down to a power struggle. Who needs who. Who begs. Who tops.
"And wine to drink, don't forget." Rachel purred back, very aware of his eyes traveling over her body. She approached him, placing her hands on his chest, before kissing him hotly once more. "And you are a man of word, aren't you?"