Renee went to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. Her stilettos were clacking on the floor. Her black shiny purse matched her pencil dress, which ended right below her knees. Her toned hips swayed left and right as she walked straight into a private room.
Her lips curled into a sly smile as she looked at the good-looking man in a gray suit sitting on the sofa.
It was Richard Watkins, Alexander's arch-rival and one of the city's most successful businessmen.
"Long time no see." Richard stood up and stretched his hand toward her.
Renee shook hands. "Richard," she sized him up, "you have not changed a bit."
"You are still as attractive as ever." Richard's eyes were on her boobs. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, lightly tracing his tongue over them.
"Shall we sit and talk first?" Renee asked, tapping him on the shoulder.
