"You don't need to<em>pretend</em>to be elusive, and mysterious."  He teased back at her, the older, more experienced man smiling at her.  "What is mysterious to me is the unknown, and you, my dear....are unknown to me." Akbar's eyes drew a line along her body and the tight, low cut dress that flattered it so beautifully.<br/><br/>He enjoyed the dessert with her; his free hand occasionally brushing her thigh as he leaned in a little too close with each bite.  The check was his to take, and he hoped, she would be too, with his chair pushed back to a comfortable distance.  Her casual acceptance of his offer - or the idea of it- filled him with confidence, and he let a minute pass as he finished his wine, feeling the citrussy liquid go down his throat.  It emboldened him, as if he needed more encouragement gazing at the young, tantalizing brunette.<br/><br/>"Then come to my home."  His accent showed a bit as he spoke, partially due to the wine, and partially because he liked the idea of Afton being seduced by her own.  "Let us enjoy more time...together."  He took her hand, leading him to his car, which was the typical, obnoixious red ferrari that doctors like him drove when they weren't working.  One of the few indulgences for his vast wealth.<br/><br/>One of the others was the female form sliding into his passenger seat as he drove to his home.<br/><br/>It was a large home, but not obnoxiously so.  Lavishly styled, with oak furnishings, deep maroon and red carpets...he took her jacket from her, smiling, as he led her in.  "Would you like a drink?"  He teased.  "As I show you my home..."