Alright, truth. Tell me all about your sexual fantasies. And make it detailed.
Okay. Well, this has really only started since I've been spending time with you, so I'm blaming you for it either way.
That night when we met in the lobby at The Pierre for drinks, you pointed out all the men who were watching me and, I can't lie, being watched like that feels good. It feels sexy.
So I have this idea that we could meet and pretend we're strangers. You could use lines and flirting like I was a stranger in a bar and pick me up. We can be whatever we want in the beginning --- waiting for someone else, stood up by a date, business appointment running late. Either way, the game is so well-played we just need to have each other on the nearest available flat surface. If we met in a hotel bar, we could get a room as a spur of the moment thing.
The only real rule is we have to stay in character and act as though it's a one-night stand. Otherwise, anything goes.
