He leaned forward and said "Lets Go." She wanted to jump for joy but somehow managed to keep her cool. He put down the money for both their drinks and started for the door. But she would not be trailing him like a lovesick puppy. She hopped off the stool before he could pull her off, and walked by his side to the door.
She couldn't help but smirk as all the woman leered at her. They walked out of the bar, and headed in the same direction of where she lived! All the while he never said a word. They walked past her complex, and towards…
oh no, please don't tell me he lives there…
sure enough, he walked her right into the lobby of one of the most expensive penthouses in town.
Oh great…what if I am out of my league on this one?
But she gathered herself up and walked as gracefully as she could. She looked around and couldn't help but notice the shocked faces on all the staff. He came to a stop in front of the elevator, and gratefully, the doors opened quickly. They stepped inside and he pulled out a key, put it in a slot and pressed the button for the top floor.
Oh boy…
He glanced over at her and noticed she was staring up. His gaze traveled upwards as well and he was greeted by a luscious view of her tits, as his cock began to stiffen more, getting uncomfortable in his slacks. His eyes met hers and though she tried to cover it up with that smirk of hers, he noticed the flush on her cheeks, and it made his cock twitch.
A ding brought them back into focus, and he took the opportunity to shift his rampaging cock to a more comfortable position when she stepped out first. When she turned, he was right behind her.
"Your name." She gave him a quizzical look, but knew that if she got this far she had better just play along, rather than ruin her chances.
"Alexis. Yours?" She added with a cock in her brow.
"Mark." He stepped to her side, and walked past her into the living area. She looked after him, at the way he walked, and felt a shiver of lust creep up her spine. She followed him and saw him pour two glasses of scotch, and set hers down on the side bar.
She walked toward him and picked up the scotch, taking a sip, reveling in the taste of its age. He watched as she savored the whisky, becoming more intrigued by the minute. But now it was time for answers.
"Why were you staring at me in the bar?"
"I believe you already know the answer to that
Mark."
He leaned closer. "Enlighten me."