"Why thank you, Victor," she beamed, brushing several locks of the long golden curls from her face. "I'm glad you find them enjoyable." Her nose wrinkled in another adorable gesture as she waved a hand in his direction. "I'm always open to suggestions, especially from a distinguished writer as yourself. Charlie - my right hand man - and I are looking to possibly expand here. Purchase a smaller hotel, turn it into a health palace," Chloe snickered. "Juice bar. Spa. Gym. Restaurants. Pools. Cater to the LA health nuts who are looking to get out of the country." Charlie was convinced it would be a hit if they could find the right location.
"But enough talk about work," the blonde scolded with a playful slap of her hand against his thigh. "I've been drowning in it. Pleasure only. Today is a day for fun and sun. And beer." Chloe reached for her drink, and keeping her eyes on him over the top of the can, took a long swallow. "What can you recommend in the ways of entertainment, Victor?" she asked after the long sip, purring his name while her gaze dropped to his hands. Big. Strong. Looked so soft but powerful. A magical touch. Healer. Poet. Musician.