“Of course” he released her mostly but kept his hand flat on her back as he guided her to the bed. Once she was seated he too took a seat on it. He exhaled a breath stretching his legs before him lightly setting his hands in his lap. His bright eyes scanned his hotel room turned apartment. It was a basic room, a bed, a few chairs, mini-bar and fridge, balcony with a remotely fine view on the Los Angeles cityscape, TV on top of light colored drawers and a large closest full of expensive garments that LaCroix preferred. Gently he eased himself out of his suit jacket, casting it into a near by chair. Then his attention when to his feet, unlacing his dark shoes one on the left then the right one. He pulled them off and set the pair in front of the bed, wiggling his dark socked feet “I wasn’t just saying it…you are an excellent kisser”