<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Sasha and Derek: Sasha's Room</em></span><br/><br/>It was a rare sight to see Sasha leasing a client to her private room, many of the staff eyeing her in surprise as she exited the ballroom. Often times, it wasn't because she wanted to, it was simply more of a chore, but this time was a bit different. She wanted Derek, and though she wouldn't readily admit it, part of her had wanted him since the first time he'd come to her bar and asked for that Johnny Walker.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard, she gave him a sidelong glance, a smirk tugging at her lips as she finally stepped up to a large, mahogany door, pulling a small key from her cleavage to unlock it. Biting at her lower lip, she soon pushed the door open, a hint of chlorine playing at their noses, but it wasn't anywhere near overpowering. The first thing Derek would see was the large bed, dressed in white linens that beckoned them with promised comfort. In front of the bed was the source of the chlorine; a large, illuminated pool. The walls enveloped them in a relaxing hue of blue, the water reflecting light across practically every surface.<br/><br/>Sasha turned to face Derek, trapping him between her and the door as she reached past him to press it shut. Smirking up at him as her green eyes gazed into his from beneath her full lashes, she pulled off her mask slowly to place it with the key on the small table just to the side. She stepped closer to him, pressing him back against the door before she leaned up, brushing her lips over his jaw, whispering; "You're making my job easy tonight," she laughed lowly, her body pressed firmly to his for the first time, causing a rush to flutter through her entire body.