Comment Posted Successfully Since puberty Oliver had been approached in many unique ways​ by various women - more frequently the higher his star rose - but never so blatantly direct. At first the message shocked him to the point his drunken mind wasn't even sure the napkin actually contained those words, but reading it again, a sly grin slid across his features.
Absolutely.
He'd nearly sent off the napkin before an image of Romilda swam in his head. Her, lounging in his bed, laughing, walking along side him l, curled up on the couch. Lately they'd felt more like distant friends than lovers, even the sex had felt as though their minds were elsewhere rather than focused on the pleasurable moment. Oliver spelled the message off the napkin and replaced it with another.
Why don't you come over and at least let me buy you another drink so I don't seem so sleazy.
Up and away and back to the blond at the end of the bar.