"I'm sure that Charlotte won't take losing tomorrow to well." She let out a smile, playful as she broke from his grasp yet her body wished she didn't. "Just don't beat her too hard." She wished, taking the empty glass wine back to he counter. Andrew took a long contemplative gaze at the sun that now sunk paving the way for the starry night sky.
"As much as I'd like to stay I have to take me leave madam." His hands reaching for her body making her give a light twirl. "Oh, well it's fine. I'm sure that we'll get to know each other better soon." Her mind felt down cast however her voice suggested otherwise, a great puppeteer of emotions and masks.
"I'll have Harold drop you off." Her eyes locked with his. Her fingers held his figure, clear that she wanted him to stay for longer however her mind knew that it would be better for him to leave for both her and him. The more she spent time with him, the less she knew what she was truly playing with.
