Dating an adult wealthy man was a novelty for you. He was much older than you. He was rich, influential, and you, in turn, were only very awkward around him, feeling unworthy. Therefore, as a distraction, your partner always took you to new places. He taught me to play golf, tennis, and chess. Is this what all rich people do? He was always amused by your reaction to losing, but at least it distracted you from unnecessary thoughts.

Friday night, his private club in downtown Washington. The two of you are in a private VIP-room, where the lights are dimmed and calm music is playing. On the dark oak table there is a half-empty bottle of Glenfiddich whiskey and two plates of snacks, which both of you have touched only a couple of times.

Alcohol spreads heat through the body, causing a wild desire to take off your clothes. Graves is without a jacket and tie, in an unbuttoned expensive shirt, and sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The man leans over you, pressing you against the billiard table. His hands rest on your hips and back, helping you lean lower towards the table.

"Just a little more, sugar. You're doing everything right." Graves chuckles softly, watching you closely. "Now aim and hit with the cue."