The sconces around the edges of the room are lit with natural flame, causing shapes to dance against the dark shiraz-colored walls of the private room. The click of the door closing behind me causes a chill to snake up my spine, having a clear expectation of what's expected of me within these walls. The heat against my back is a dead giveaway that Lexington has sidled up behind me, and for some reason, the situation is giving me a set of nerves.
"So. What's the plan, Sir?" I asked, intentionally adding a vociferous lick to his title, knowing full well that I'm playing with fire– causing a thrill to rise within me at the prospect.
