The feel of the line up Evie's back leg ribbed under Richard's finger. An erotic frisson sparked in his core, and his lurid gaze followed Evie's thin legs as she walked, heels clicking, to the tray and exited his chambers.<br/><br/>Once Richard was alone, he finished up the handful of correspondences that remained from that afternoon's work. Filing them briefly, Richard made his way to the bedroom. Every element of furniture consisted of Arts-and-Crafts masterpieces of lacquered red oak. The spacious room could have been taken from a catalogue of exclusive hotel room in Europe, complete with a large bed upon an elevated dias and an expansive window opening to a view of the forested landscape below. Richard discarded his clothes in the hamper and washed up in the adjacent bathroom before returning to the main chamber. He looked at the numerous options for bedwear, smiling and making his choice. He wanted to make the right impression on Evie when she returned, only one choice would do.<br/><br/>Richard had already warmed the bed when he heard Evie enter into his bedroom. He sat back, propped up on a pillow and the sleek musculature of his abdominals rent in sculpted perfection. He watched Evie enter the room, her heels clicking softly, betraying a tentative approach. Richard eyed Evie, and his eyes undressed her perfect body; her auburn hair making him hard. "I think you can remove that outfit ... but, keep the stockings on."<br/><br/>Only when Evie reached Richard's bed, and slid between his sheet, did she realize: he was totally naked.