A shifty smile was his sole response.<i>Time's a-wasting, then</i>, he thought. If consuming his dinner separating him from the night he had planned for Evie, then so be it. The minor illusion of control she harbored only gave him what he wanted, and so Richard tickled Evie's breast where her nipple would be -- playfully -- and retreated to his chair. The steak was still warm, and he quickly consumed the meal. Richard ate precisely the amount that he wanted, knowing that if she ate less Evie might give him lip about cheating on their tacit agreement. The way that Evie put down her foot -- in an adorable, soft, and submissive manner -- piqued a spark of deep interested. The tender fight in Evie was part of the reason he found her potential so intriguing. The slight Scottish accent that floated with her words only enticed the man more.<br/><br/>Richard pushed his plate to the side when he took the last bite, the utensils he used clicking on the rim of the fine china plate. "Off with you then," he said, a lurid gleam in his eye. The vision that Richard surrendered betrayed the deep longing in his heart, and his hand brushed up the backside of Evie's leg, feeling the texture of the fishnets along the mass of her thigh.<br/><br/>"I'll be waiting for you in bed," he said. He turned to his desk, ostensibly to finish up the sundry details from his day. "Be sure to lock the door when you return."