I watched a flame form on the candle stick, sucking the fire from the match. I blew out the match and threw it out. My penthouse looked like a perfect date place. I had invited one of my employees over for a small meeting, but I also had a thing for her.

She always dressed in tight pencil skirts and those sharp glasses. It made me crazy over her. I set out a bucket of ice and rested a few champagne and wine bottles on top.

I had showered already and wore a nice black sweater and some slacks. My hair was combed back, showing my intimidating features.

She eventually arrived and I led her in my place, keeping my eyes on her.

“You look beautiful…” I murmured.