When Nikki mentioned her dogs - nope, not<em>her</em>dogs, it's<em>their</em>dogs, she has a husband you moron - Richard's smile widened and somehow softened. He did love animals, with an abandon that sometimes surprised even himself. He pictured the two scoundrels and couldn't help but feel some tenderness towards the two 'kinda crazy' creatures. "It would be a privilege to keep them company - he answered - I'm sure I can spare plenty of time for them. And besides, my rates are very reasonable!" he added, mocking the lady almost in his arms with a silly parody of some infomercial scam.<br/><br/>His horny brain, warmed more by Nikki's gorgeous body and bright, enthusiastic smile than by the bourbon in his belly, was running. Yes, of course she's married. But maybe her husband, that Chris, is an asshole. Maybe he's cheating with his young, dumb blonde intern, or his secretary. Or maybe he's a closeted gay. She could need a strong, loving presence in a matter of weeks. Or days. To cheer her up. To make her feel desired and hot again. Because she's very, very hot... He held her a little bit closer, wondering if the dogs thing was intended to be some kind of excuse to spend more time together, even if he knew it wasn't like that at all.