If she expected him to be the romantic type, he wasn't. Just like his respectable apartment he didn't flaunt his money, but he used it to make himself comfortable. It was a studio apartment, so it wasn't decked in white, sparkling jewels or columns.
Look at her coming in as if she belonged there. She did owe him, she owed him pretty big. His fingers slid the zipper from her dress and he whipped her around as quickly as it fell. "Was that all for show?" Or was she going to be a good girl.