Alex was just about to find Victoria now that the painting had been tended to, but she appeared on her own.  He smiled as if she read his mind and was there for him.  As he is between his guest and his lady, he leaned to Victoria all the more.  She seemed to be enjoying the joke of him and Anthony as a couple by her teasing and laughing.  He just grinned and took it.  “yes, I did find something.”  He dropped his eyes along her classicly sculpted body.  Such timeless features could entrance the soul, if one were not careful.  That was not the part of him he was worried about at this time, however.  He wanted to be fully certain his attraction was for Victoria and he was going to be darn sure of it.<br/><br/>She invited them for the next night and Alex could hear that steel in her voice that she used when it was not a question or invite at all, but something she expected.  He quickly weighed his options and his bank balance and new his path.  “If he is not otherwise engaged, I will see that he gets there.  Otherwise, I'm yours.”  He purred the last sentence to her.  He must be rather drunk.  That's ok.  He decided to play it off and perhaps get her to take him home.  The images of what he would do to her flitted through his mind.  About halfway through, Anthony popped into the picture.  Not good.  He growled at the image, not at Victoria, but had she heard it, he hoped she heard it as lust.  He then realized Anthony  has to go home with him to change clothes.  His growl continued a bit longer, a bit lower.<br/><br/>“I think it is time to head home....  I think I may have had a bit more to drink than I should have.”  his eyes were wide with the effort to focus as the room continued the slow heating up as if someone turned on the furnace to the lowest setting and forgot about it.<br/>