Phillip smirked when he heard Whitney's knock. He was expecting to wait another month or two before Whit agreed to see him or speak to him about something non business related, so this was a nice surprise.
She just can't stay away. He thought smugly.
Confident, wide strides led him to the door. He opened it, practically owning the doorframe with a cat-that-caught-the-canary look on his face. She was really here, back in the country, and seemingly unarmed, so that was already a nice start.
"Come on, Whitney." He said, finally stepping back. He was sure she would appreciate the fine dinner he had waiting for her. He'd picked up the meal at a fine restaurant, and had added candles and wine as well to reward her for coming to make up a month sooner than expected.