Richard followed the married couple to the exit, quickly waving goodbye to the few friends and acquaintances that noticed their quick getaway, and then into the SUV. He gladly accepted Nikki's helping hug and her snuggling, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, still a little uncertain about what was going on between them.<em>Man, you sneaked an effing hand under her dress and the guy was cool as a cucumber with that. What in the hell are you worried about?</em>He gently put a hand on the gorgeous woman's leg, caressing her firm thigh softly.<br/><br/>"No no no, my friend - he answered to Chris, who was bragging about his delicious cocktails - I'm not going to drink a margarita, not even if it's directly from high heavens. I have downed enough for tonight, thank you, thank you so much. But I'll taste a sip from your shaker, I promise!" He wasn't lying. If things moved in a general bedroom direction, he needed to stay sober enough not to give a crappy performance. He was pretty good in bed and remarkably gifted on the size level, but booze... Well, being drunk and having good sex, those things didn't mix. Not for him, at least. Moreover, if he dared to drink a margarita or two, probably he was going to get really shitfaced and that's not what you want to show to a potential employer...<br/><br/>So he listened and smiled, caressing Nikki's legs and moving his hands up, on her sensitive inner thighs, tracing teasing patterns on her skin. "How long have you two been married?"