"I am, if only because you would never let me be anything but a man of my word." He reminded her with a smirk and wrapped his arm around her slim waist, guiding her towards the kitchen, although she must already know the way. He had entertained enough clients here, held enough intimate gatherings of colleagues. "Wine. Red, wine, rosé, champagne?" He asked her, "Red for your lips, wine for your skin, rosé for your cheeks and champagne for everywhere else." He finished, smirking and surveying the wines in the rank- he was never short of wine, the house keeper made sure of that.
"I always prefer Rosé for breakfast. Perhaps we'll leave that for then?" He said to her, fingers teasing over her flesh, enjoying every hot, smooth inch of it, slipping under the fabric to find the hollow of her hip-bone and tracing over it.