Richard took supreme pleasure in watching Evie do<i>exactly</i>as he wanted. He watched and admired her every movement and the way her dress came up when she tugged the stockings up into place. His mind flooded with memories of earlier that day, and Richard considered an alternate scheme for that evening. And unfortunately for Evie, Richard always achieved whatever he set his minor to attaining.<br/><br/>His phone came out of his pocket, a smirk of satisfaction upon his handsome face.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">RICHARD PRATT<br/>
Norah love ... not feeling well. Need to postpone our time this evening. </span></span><br/><br/>The phone landed on the table and Richard eyed Evie with kern interest. "You must be famished," he said. "Would you care for a bite to eat, Evie?" He sat back, spread his legs a bit, and patted his thigh. "Come have a seat and partake. This'll be better than whatever slop James decides to feed you."