It was nearing midnight when Damien opened the front door for Rachel. They had just finished their 3rd date and when he had suggested a night cap, she could not resist.
He had said he was high up in a business firm in London, but when she walked into his apartment she was stunned. She was standing in a large open plan living space with a black marble kitchen, complete with floating island and breakfast bar. This shared the space with a 3-piece sofa suite, a plush rug and a large fireplace taking centre stage on the far wall. She also noticed a very well stocked glass drinks cabinet in one corner.
There were 3 doors leading into other rooms, the first was a bathroom, the second looked like a bedroom, she was sure she would be more acquainted with this room later. The third door was closed, and her imagination began to run away with her.
As she took her coat off and placed it on one of the breakfast stools, revealing a tight, short, black slip that had been hugging her in ways that made her confidence soar, Damien headed over to the drinks cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey, and a generous vodka tonic for her. Placing them onto the coffee table as he on the sofa, smirking to himself as Rachel looked around the apartment in awe.