Alexander sure seemed very comfortable with touching her so intimately, she thought to herself. Very comfortable indeed, his fingers searching for new places of her skin, until now forbidden to him. Rachel knew very well she was attractive, and the waves of sexual desire Alexander had always sent her had been very clear. She let her fingers touch the back of his neck in an equally intimate gesture.
"Red, please." She purred softly, letting him think his words were nothing but charming. "We shall leave Rosé for breakfast. That'd be perfect." Her fingers traced his abdomen.