The one who had chosen the guise of a dark-haired young man had called himself the Painter, and the other, a scruffy, barrel-chested man who was presu...ed to be his acquaintance was known as the Historian. They very nearly had made fools of themselves by carrying on with the air of upstarts, but fortunately they fared poorly in the lottery and were excluded from the choicest girls. It was the Painter whose laughter had been heard. “Hey, it's her,” he pointed with a free hand while cradling a. Let's get to the hotel and relax for a bit."Shit. I slumped back to my seat and tried to show him a pouty face. I wasn't sure what was worse... the fact that I had to portray disappointment that he shot me down or the thoughts that must have been coursing through his mind about what else we would have plenty of time for. I looked to Vivian, who tapped her wrist in that "running out of time" motion.I was running through my options when I remembered that Mitch was looking forward to watching. . for me to play and see how far I could push him. I was dressed to the nines in a blue semi formal dress, sheer stockings and open toed sling back heels. He didn’t clean up bad either. He sat across from me in the limo and I decided to test the water. We were just looking at each other eye to eye wondering what the other was thinking, when I slipped my shoe off, extended my leg and stocking clad foot to his cheek. I ran my toes back and forth across his cheek back to where my toes were. "To my pleasure, we went back inside, out of the wind. "Could you accept this? I brought you down here to make you my sex slave for a few days."I have to admit, the unexpected comment did bring a smile to my face. I automatically recognized it as bullshit, but still found it humorous. She had a sense of humor, she was good looking, and she was rich. What more could a man ask for? If only I was ten years younger. "It's not nice to tease an old man."We both enjoyed a mild snicker at the.