The wild, satisfied grin that adorned Richard's face beamed when Evie ripped the sheet from him, exposing the muscular expanse of his broad shoulders and toned abdominal. His manhood — limp, yet still formidable in size — lay in wait and stirred when brought into full view. What that a gasp Evie let out? "My, my ..." Richard teased, "You're so impatient." Chuckling, he did not move and watched with amusement as Evie turned from him, showing him her back. Her auburn hair fell in gorgeous cascades down the milky, cream cliffs of her back. Richard's eyes followed the ridge of her form, elegantly sloping down to the saddle of her hips and ass, tastefully contained in the pair of black lace knickers that were all too familiar.<br/><br/>The thought of being cheeky and tugging her panties down with a single, mischievous fingers crossed the playboy's mind. He decided against it, however, opting instead to grasp a tumultuous curl of her red hair in his fingers. They played, gently, with the auburn strands, being released when his finger began to slowly draw lines on her back. Like on a canvas of pale-skin, Richard's finger meandered on Evie's back, tracing the curvature of her spine down to the dimple of her ass. Richard scooted closer, not close enough to touch, though Evie would have felt the heart on her backside. The notion that Evie played "hard to get" at first amused the playboy, though the sight of her back — along with her Scottish insistence — dredged up a deeper feeling.<br/><br/>Evie talked about the final end to the trajectory of their tryst: their relationship, her job, being a dalliance. Richard wished that he could tell her the truth that he felt himself, then. It had happened when he took her on the desk; it was then that Richard had fallen in love with Evie. Norah was a working slut to him, and although Evie performed similar tasks to Norah, she was miles apart in a similar sense to Richard. The desire he felt for Evie eclipse the cheap thrill of a night with the brunette. Richard wanted to hint at a confession, but he could not. He furrowed his eyebrows, thankful that Evie could not witness his pain and struggle. Becoming attached was a degree of intimacy that Richard dared not afford with anyone, though his core melted at the sight of Evie's cascading locks.<br/><br/>Richard leaned forward and kissed Evie's shoulder blade, then shoulder as his hand rested on her. She would have heard his breath, how it hitched and betrayed a vulnerability that few ever say. "What kind of assurance can I give you?" he asked quietly.