A night with my Master part one
"A Martini Rosso with lemonade please," I purr. Brad turns his head.
"Good manners darling," he raises my hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to my skin, "I trust you arrived with ease."
"I did thank you, your arrangements were perfect."
He returns my hand to my lap, his fingers grazing my leg as he slowly withdraws his touch.
"You look beautiful," he compliments me in his soft accent. I blink my long black lashes once and smile before sipping my drink, "Shall we have a few ...