"There's my girl," Saint whispered, pleased. He knew what Dahlia was worth, but more than that, she was so simple to please. He could devote himself to her, to making her feel good, to worshiping the ground she walked on or making him kiss the dirt beneath his own feet.
"I am looking forward to it, darling. I wouldn't dream of depriving myself of your company," Saint purred, and he leaned in a bit more, kissed her very lightly on the corner of the lips.
"Would you like a drink?" he murmured, then nipped her bottom lip teasingly, sucking it into his own mouth for a sensual little kiss.