Greer should have been concerned. She knew one wrong move could make such a wonderful night a disaster, but letting such thoughts rule would only tarnish what was transpiring. Should problems arise, she would worry about them then. For now, the wonderful feeling of his lips provided her with an excellent distraction.
An inhuman sound stirred in her chest as she felt herself being drawn closer, but it stopped at his question. She leaned back, eyes glazed in lust, and flashed a smile. Her index finger stopped it's trail downward to make it's way along his jugular and scratch under his chin. "Come with me," she murmured, sliding from his lap and turning towards the bedroom, hips swaying.
The bedroom was large, well-furnished, and immaculate, but much like the rest of the house, there were very few personal belongings on display. The closet doors were shut, her dresser void of frames, and the end table held little more than a lamp. She seated herself on the foot of the bed and beckoned him forward.