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"No," Skye murmurs as they enter the room he calls his office -- the only nod to office furnishings being the desk in the corner, while the rest of the room contains a cabinet of his favourite expensive bottles, a plush three-seater sofa and a coffee table with an ashtray -- and Zach follows in behind with their drinks, setting them down and leaving immediately with a lazy salute.
"Usually only the members of staff I'm close to hang here with me or fuck me in here. This place is mine. I take sexy random strangers home an' screw them in the guest apartment, most often." He surprises himself with his own sincerity, the drug evidently has loosened his tongue. "Hope y'don't mind the scenery, I just... I really couldn't fuckin' wait t'touch you. Can't wait. C'mere?" He settles on the edge of the sofa and wriggles out of his shirt, revealing a pale, lithe torse. He licks a finger and strokes it damp down it own chest inviting, smirk back in place.
"Unless y'meant 'pick up guys' when y'said 'd'you do this a lot', in which case hell yeah, I do. It's the ones that come back for more that matter."
"Usually only the members of staff I'm close to hang here with me or fuck me in here. This place is mine. I take sexy random strangers home an' screw them in the guest apartment, most often." He surprises himself with his own sincerity, the drug evidently has loosened his tongue. "Hope y'don't mind the scenery, I just... I really couldn't fuckin' wait t'touch you. Can't wait. C'mere?" He settles on the edge of the sofa and wriggles out of his shirt, revealing a pale, lithe torse. He licks a finger and strokes it damp down it own chest inviting, smirk back in place.
"Unless y'meant 'pick up guys' when y'said 'd'you do this a lot', in which case hell yeah, I do. It's the ones that come back for more that matter."