Great We Have the Same 'Body Count'

Coming to this party had been a terrible way to use his weekend. If his father had not insisted, he would have avoided it like the plague. But he had been given strict instructions to attend and make useful connections. A getaway at an aristocratic country mansion, attended by well to do and the upper crust. A new acquaintance had secured him an invite, clearly amused by associating with someone like him.

When he drove up that afternoon, the disgusting amount of wealth these people had while contributing nothing was fully on display. The 'staff' all made to stand out front as the host welcomed the guests. The host was the twenty something aged son of the duke who owned the estate. He greeted him with a bemused expression as their mutual acquaintance introduced him with veiled euphemisms. He was ushered inside and led to a bedroom that was offered for him to sleep in later.

He went into the ensuite bathroom to take a shower and get ready for that night. Once he had finished washing himself under the hot water, he stepped out and wiped the condensation off the mirror, checking himself out.

After only having recently returned from a long period in Naples he still had a deep tan. He smoothed his hands over the stubble on his jaw. He pondered shaving, but thought these people wouldn't want him to be too 'polished' a bit of scruff might be a selling point to add mystique. He applied product to his black waves, male grooming might be frowned on by some but appearances were everything. His brown eyes looking back at him, he girded himself for the night ahead.

'It's just a night spent surrounded by entitled nepo babies. Who will become even more insufferable when drunk and high from a cocktail of drugs that was promised to be on offer. You are Luca Sala and these people are just here for you to exploit. Laugh at their terrible jokes, make them feel special. Get their friendship to use to your advantage.'

He left the bathroom and picked out his suit to dress in. He had worked hard to ensure his tall frame cut an appealing figure in it. He had to, if he was to be the more charming face to the nicer side of his father's business. He put on the suit, leaving the top couple of buttons popped on his shirt to keep it more smart-casual. After applying some cologne he made his way downstairs where the festivities were beginning.

Other guests were arriving or making their way down from their rooms. It was a sea of old school ties, designer clothing and the air of the out of touch. Many chinless wonders and horse-like sets of teeth. Most of the women sported the expensive kind of blond, natural looking but clearly not real when you examined their skin tones. Otherwise muted natural colours, no extravagant dye jobs to be seen. Which is why when 'she' walked into the room, she immediately caught Luca's attention. A cascade of intense polished copper, hanging down in waves. Based on her almost milk like skin, probably her own colour. While all the other women were in minidresses or short skirts she wore a full length playsuit.

The fact that she didn't look like she had had any 'work' done, a naturally beautiful face, was very appealing to Luca. He was interested in trying to meet her, but he needed to secure the 'right' approach. First impressions were important.

He circulated around, enjoying a couple of drinks to appear social, but politely refusing when various white powders were offered. A clear head was vital, plus he knew dealers cut it with questionable chemicals a lot of the time.

He was eventually approached by a woman, blonde, provocatively dressed. He didn't find her particularly attractive, even before she started speaking. He couldn't tell if it was from her having many drinks or if it was just how she usually talked. Sounding like she was sucking on a toffee while trying to over enunciate her words.

"Hello... I'm Hortensia. You're a new face, what's your name?" She gave him a coquettish smirk.

"Luca, nice to meet you." He gave her a polite smile.

"How do you know our host?" She enquired.

He put on his best effortlessly charming tone.

"I don't... not really I met him today. Harvey got me an invite and brought me."

"Oh... Harvey is a blast. An utter scoundrel but so much fun."

He raised an eyebrow.

"That is one way to describe him."

He said with a knowing smirk.

The reason he and Harvey knew each other was because Harvey was a relentless coke fiend, and had developed many other terrible habits. Leading to their introduction.

She giggled.

"Are you one of Harvey's 'fun' friends?"

"Depends how you define 'fun'?"

He smirked as he sipped his drink.

She gave him a flirtatious wink.

"I'll take that as a yes..."

She started running a finger down his chest.

"... you know I've never been with a guy that's circumcised."

He almost choked on his sip. 'What?'

Slightly confused, he asked.

"Okay... why do you mention that?"

She dropped to a lower tone trying to sound sultry.

"You're drinking so that means you aren't 'strict' why don't we go upstairs and you can show it to me"

Luca was now feeling awkward as well as confused.

"Sorry I think there's been some confusion, I'm not..."

She spoke as if he'd said something obvious.

"Oh... you're the other kind. That's fine, sorry for getting that wrong. I've never understood the difference really, both hate pork and wear those hats to pray. I'm still interested though."

Luca started to comprehend her meaning. He had expected this level of obliviousness and offensiveness from someone tonight, he was just surprised it had happened so early.

He tried to be delicate. Not offended but holding in his desire to laugh at her.

"I think you have the wrong end of the stick. I am a non-practicing catholic and of Italian ancestry."

He diplomatically explained.

She placed her palm flirtatiously on his chest.

"Oooh Italian. Bellissimo. Even better. Are you available for a ride, stallion?"

He couldn't have been less interested.

"I'm still enjoying my drink... another time perhaps?"

There was no chance he was going to indulge her.

She got huffy.

"What about when you finish your drink?"

He knew he needed to stay polite, but she was starting to irritate him now. He sighed.

"I'm going to get another one. I'll be honest you're not my type, I'm not interested. I'm sure you'll find a guy here who is."

She seethed, slapping him before storming off. It got him a few looks, he put on a face of confusion. Hoping to any onlookers it would seem like she had just slapped him out of nowhere. Which she had, not his fault she couldn't handle rejection. Inside he was scowling. Ignorant bitch.

As the night went on he made some more introductions, got the contact info for several wealthy idiots, and a few invites to other gatherings. He eventually got round to chatting with the host.

"Luca... wasn't it?"

A male plummy sounding voice addressed him.

"... Yes, your party is going very well. You must be delighted Tarquin."

"I know, it's going to be one to be remembered... or not based on how hard some people are going for it. Hortensia for example... I don't know why I invited her."

"She is... a unique character." Luca put tactfully.

"I heard she gave you a wallop... any particular reason?" He asked, eager for the gossip.

"She was upset that I wasn't interested... or circumcised."

Tarquin did a double take. A delighted grin on his face.

"I'm going to need some more detail on that?"

Luca happily relayed the gossip Tarquin clearly wanted.

"She approached me assuming I belonged to a certain group of people who engage in that practice. Wanted me to go somewhere private and show it to her."

He laughed.

"Hortensia does it again. Let me make it up to you as host... anyone you want to know about or meet?"

"Who's the redhead?" Luca asked.

Tarquin raised his eyebrows.

"She caught your eye?"

Luca smirked.

"She looks like she'd be interesting to know."

"What a gentlemanly way to put it. That's Evelyn, we went to University together. Unlike most here she works for a living. Some kind of private security thing... I don't know, can't pry anything out of her about it."

"Any particular don'ts I should be aware of?"

"Sure, don't even try. Many have attempted... all have failed."

"Is she... batting for the other team?"

Luca enquired.

Tarquin shrugged.

"If she has a type, no one knows what it is. She's a good friend, wicked sense of humour but that side of her that is not apparent."

Seeming the slight twinge of disappointment on Luca's face, he offered him a gift.

"Since Columbian marching powder and special K are not your thing... can I offer you a joint of premium Purple Kush? You will have to smoke it outside, non-negotiable."

"Sure, thank you."

Tarquin passed it to him.

"I have to go play host, see you later."

They separated.

Luca went outside into the darkness, enjoying the early summer air. He went to find a good spot to smoke the joint. He walked through the garden past a lit fire pit that no one was sitting at. After a short walk he found a well with a bench concealed from obvious view behind some shrubs. No one was going to see him and bother him if they happened to walk over. He lit up and started smoking, relishing his tension disappearing with every puff. He sat alone like this for a while until he heard footsteps approaching.

A pair of them. They stopped by the well. He subtly leaned his head out, remaining hidden but able to see who it was. Hortensia and Evelyn.

Evelyn spoke first. Sounding irritated and curt. Her voice still sounded soothing though, like the kind you would want to whisper something in your ear.

"Okay, you said you wanted to talk... so talk."

Hortensia sounded smug, slurring though.

"I don't think you should be taking that tone with me... considering what I have on you."

Evelyn snapped.

"Excuse me, what on earth are you talking about?"

Hortensia haughtily slurring.

"I know... I have photos and other things saved on my cloud. You're such a naughty girl... you've got everyone convinced that you're such a good person... but you're really not. If I were to make it public, it would be such a scandal. Not to forget you would probably go to prison for years. The people involved aren't going to let it go when they know what you've done."

Evelyn was quietly fuming.

"What do you want? Money?"

Hortensia maliciously laughed.

"Oh, no, I don't want money. You are going to be my bitch going forward. I say jump, you say how high? You'll go where I say, when I say. I'm going to make you degrade yourself, just because it amuses me. I know a few guys who would love to get their hands on you, make a few videos. Watching little miss perfect fall down into the filth will be delicious."

She gloated. Raising up her arms, clasping her hands around her head in joyous victory.

Luca watched Evelyn sneak her hand into her clutch as Hortensia delivered this speech. As Hortensia, raised her arms up, Evelyn jabbed a hypodermic needle into her armpit and pressed the plunger.

Hortensia's face filled with horror as she realised what had just happened.

"What... what did you just inject me with?" She slurred heavily.

Evelyn answered neutrally.

"Ketamine, not enough to make you pass out though. But you are going to feel very limp."

Hortensia slowly slumped to the floor, looking groggy. Evelyn grabbed Hortensia's phone, put it in front of her face to unlock it and swiftly typed and swiped on it. After a few minutes she finished and looked down at Hortensia.

"You were never particularly bright Hortensia, but this was incredibly fucking stupid even by your standards. Your evidence is now gone... it wouldn't have been enough to get me sent to prison. But your dumbest move was letting me know you knew. First rule of extortion, know your target. And you never had the slightest idea what I'm capable of."

Evelyn took off her playsuit, leaving her in just her underwear in the night air. Luca admired the view, a toned yet curvy figure, a nice rack and the kind of butt he would love to have bouncing on his lap.

She used the playsuit to wipe her fingerprints off the phone before pressing Hortensia's fingers back onto it. Still holding it in the fabric she smashed it on the side of the well before tossing it down. Then she wrapped it around Hortensia's head before placing her on the edge of the well. She smashed her head against the stone, the playsuit soaking with blood before she unwrapped it and let Hortensia fall into the depth. She made a sickening crunch as she hit the bottom.

Luca had been watching all this with interest, puffing away on his joint. He guessed the smell must have reached Evelyn as she stood up sniffing the air suspiciously. She froze when her eyes fell on him. He got up and casually sauntered over to talk.

Smirk on his face.

"Here I was thinking that this party would be boring... then I see this."

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You are surprisingly nonchalant about this, considering what you just saw me do. Or are you just that high?"

He took another puff.

"Well... she did make a terrible impression on me earlier. Plus based on what I overheard, she wasn't a good person." He shrugged. "But then neither of us are either. It's hardly a great loss for the world."

"Is this the point you reveal yourself as a Nietzschian spouting psychopath?"

She asked sardonically.

He chuckled.

"I'm not a fan of Nietzsche, as for the psycho part... I grew up in a family who dealt with threats to their business in a very similar manner. That's why this sort of thing doesn't bother me."

She gave him a curious smile.

"I guess my family was also like that."

"My compliments to your methods though. The use of a ketamine injection in her armpit. Clearing her phone of anything incriminating, wiping it down then reapplying the expected prints. Wrapping her head up before killing her to prevent spatter. Then best of all, making it look like she got way too high and fell into the well..." He made a chef's kiss gesture. "... inspired. Especially, since Tarquin has been handing out ketamine like candy."

She flashed a grin at him

"Why thank you, but how do I know that you aren't going to just report me anyway?"

"I don't think the police would accept 'I couldn't be bothered to prevent the murder, I didn't like the victim and I preferred to keep smoking my joint' as a reasonable excuse. She belted me in the face earlier in front of a lot of witnesses. I'd be seen as an accessory at best."

He reasoned, a slight smirk on his face.

"Was this spur of the moment or planned? Also did anyone see you two walking over?"

"Premeditated, I knew she had been sniffing around. And no, it's difficult to see from the house."

He mulled it over, flicking his eyes up and down her body.

"One last piece of evidence to get rid of..."

He pointed at the blood stained playsuit.

"... How are you going to do that?"

"Assuming there's no one by the fire pit, burn it in there and wait to confirm it's gone before leaving."

"Fair enough shall we?"

She nodded and they walked over to the fire pit. It was still burning brightly with no one sitting in attendance. Evelyn tossed the garment into the flames and watched it burn. Luca wrapped his jacket around her shoulders before taking a seat, finishing the last of his joint.

She smiled.

"Thank you," She said in a sultry voice. " Such a gentleman."

Sitting down to join him.

He answered with a grin.

"What can I say, I know how to treat a lady. As much as I enjoyed the view, it's not the warmest out tonight."

She chuckled.

"There was me thinking that you were just going to keep ogling."

He gave her a wry smile.

"I'm a red blooded male, I see a gorgeous woman in lingerie I'm going to look." She giggled. "Speaking of which, were you just going to walk back in like that?"

She grinned.

"I was going to try to sneak in through the servant entrance. But if you are happy to lend me your jacket for a while longer. I could just walk back in, most people are already far from sober and I'm as covered as most of the other women in there."

He nodded.

"Can I ask you a more personal question?"

"Sure, ask." She cocked her head at him.

"Was that your first time? Or have you done it before?" He asked, deeply curious.

She flashed a mischievous grin.

"I'll answer if you tell me your body count, or at least when you 'popped your cherry'"

He raised an eyebrow, giving her a flirtatious smile.

"'Popped my cherry'? Regardless of which 'cherry' you are referring to, the answer is the same, eighteen."

She looked curiously pensive.

"That's pretty young, how did you manage it?"

He puckishly smirked.

"You still need to answer my question."

She chuckled.

"It's not my first, but I don't normally tend to get so up close and personal like that. I prefer to keep a distance. Now come on... give me an answer."

He reminisced.

"It was a guy much bigger than me at the time. It was pretty rough, lots of struggling and finished with a chair leg inside him. It was him or me. What about you? Either your first or at least most memorable, tell me?"

She thought for a moment.

"I think my first probably was the most memorable. A political figure of note, it involved a lot of drugs and erotic asphyxiation. It was positively scandalous at the time, it made the papers."

Smiling as she remembered.

He chuckled.

"Now that's just bragging. I'm also inspired to look it up, you want to give me a name?"

She smirked, shaking her head. He pulled a mock pout faking disappointment.

"Ok, fair enough. I asked Tarquin about you earlier..."

She gave him a speculative look.

"You asked Tarquin about me?"

"Yeah... I wanted to approach you as soon as I saw you, I thought you were beautiful even before I saw you in underwear."

She giggled, giving him a beaming smile.

"I wanted some advice on how to talk to you. Only to be told not to bother because you reject everyone. Is that because of... you know."

She thought for a moment before answering.

"Mostly yeah... None of the people attending these kinds of events could handle this, present company excluded. I don't want to juggle a double life with an oblivious partner, it's doomed to failure. I'm not into hookups and... I'm just kind of picky."

He tittered.

"I have the same problem when it comes to more meaningful relationships."

She raised an eyebrow.

"But you do have hookups?"

He wore a mischievous grin.

"I am single, if an attractive charming woman wants to have her wicked way with me... how can I deny her. But I do not actively seek them. I have too many responsibilities to be led around by my dick."

She looked at him curiously. Her mouth with a hint of a smirk

"Really? You're saying you're a man of discernment?"

"Definitely, it's why my attention has been solely drawn to you tonight. Perhaps my instincts were telling me I had found a kindred spirit of sorts."

He did his best to sound seductive.

She laughed.

"Oh that's smooth. Such a good line."

He chuckled.

"Why thank you, but it's not a 'line' I'm serious. Us meeting like this does have a touch of kismet about it. Unless I am alone in feeling that?"

She eyed him up and down.

"Maybe you have a point."

He gave her a coquettish look.

"Is there a chance you could see me as your type? Do I appeal to your picky nature?"

She smiled at him, a slightly hungry look in her eyes.

"I think you do... there's still the final part of the interview so to speak. Escort me to my room?"

A wide grin spread across his face. The playsuit had fully burned, no reason to stay, they could go back inside. They walked back up the lawn, close together, hands woven. When they walked back inside, they were barely noticed as she led him up to her room. When they were behind the locked bedroom door, she took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, tossing her clutch to the side.

She then moved closer to him, placing her hands on his chest before popping open the buttons on his shirt. As she pulled it off his shoulders she leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a kiss. He opened his mouth teasing his tongue against hers, she deepened the kiss, teasing his in return. Once his shirt was off, she pulled up the hem of the vest he was wearing beneath. He lifted his arms, their lips briefly parting as she yanked it from him. Their lips reconnected, he started kicking off his shoes as she ran her hands across his bare chest. She did the same before trailing her hands down to his waistband. He placed his hands around her back, one unhooked her bra the other travelled down to her rear.

She unfastened his belt, pulling it apart before undoing his trousers, unzipping the fly and pulling them down past his hips to his thighs. He fell back to sit on the bed, shimmying out of the trousers clinging to his legs. She drew closer to him and he pulled off her bra loosely hanging off her chest, casting it to the floor. Her bare breasts in front of him, light pink nipples in his eyeline. He couldn't stop the lascivious smile spreading across his face.

She chuckled.

"No matter the man, you all become transfixed by a pair of tits."

He faux pouted.

"I couldn't help it, you have such a nice pair."

He got a small laugh from her.

"Then it's only fair I have something to gawk at." She teased.

She slipped her fingers under the hem of his boxer-briefs, before yanking them down. Exposing his tumescence to her gaze.

She gave him a lusty smirk.

"Looks like you have a VERY GOOD reason to be cocky."

Biting her lower lip a bit as she pulled his boxers off.

He couldn't help the satisfaction he felt at her stroke of his ego. Becoming even more satisfied as she began to actually stroke him, running her hand along his length. She leaned over, pumping her wrist up and down, he let out pleasured sighs as she played with him. He slipped his thumbs into the lace top of her underwear before pulling them down to her knees. She wiggled her legs to knock her underwear down to her ankles, then stepped out of them.

Luca looked at her now fully exposed body. Focusing on the spot between her legs, a small triangle of hair above a smooth pussy with delicious pink looking folds. As much as he liked how she was touching him he wanted something else. He looked up at her face, she was clearly amused by how his eyes were drawn to her nether region.

He said seductively.

"Let's get a bit further onto the bed, then I want to eat your pussy."

She giggled as she released him. He shuffled back onto the bed and she crawled on top of him. As he was about to roll on top of her, she kept climbing up. Her knees astride his shoulders, looking down at him with a coquettish smile filled with mischief. Slowly lowering her hips onto his face. Running his hands along her thighs, Luca was brimming with excitement. Thinking 'God yes', as her pussy pressed against his lips.

He parted them, kissing her folds. Teasing his tongue inside to taste her. She ran a hand through his hair as his tongue caressed her. Trailing up and down, flicking against her hiding clit. Lightly encouraging it to reveal itself, earning sighs from her each time he touched it. Moving his hands to knead into her ass as he ate her pussy. She leaned back slightly, to reach behind her while he held her. Wrapping her hand around his cock and gently pumping her wrist up and down, he sighed into her folds, her touch sending pleasant tingles through him. He had his eyes closed, savouring his task, periodically looking up to see her pleasured face. When her clit had emerged, hard and begging to be teased he pursed his lips around it.

Rotating his tongue around it in circles, made her start to moan, her hips lightly quivering. He started to suck on it, trying to eek out every bit of pleasure he could for her. Creating a small wet vacuum around it, flicking the tip with his tongue. It made her strokes around his cock irregular, as she was getting increasingly distracted. He maintained his sucking and teasing, Luca was sure he could make her come like this and became certain when she abandoned stroking him and leaned forward to give him easier access to her nub. While her hand no longer touching him was disappointing, the fact she was so driven to help him reach her peak was so arousing. 'Just keep your clit in my mouth Evelyn, I'll make it good.' He thought. 'Then I'll bury my cock in your pussy and make you scream with joy'.

Evelyn was shaking, her clit twitching between his lips. Luca sucked harder, determined to make her come on his face. Her juices coating his chin, her hair tickling his nose. As she leaned further forward, one of his hands slid between her legs to tease her folds. Slipping a finger, then another inside to caress her. Quickly finding that sweet spot and fingering her. She gripped a clump of his hair while the other balled up in the sheets. Her back arched and her toes curled and she mewled as she came.

Luca smiled as his lips were wrapped around her. Loving how she sat above him breathing heavily as she came down from the pleasure. As she pulled herself off him she collapsed onto the bed. Luca retrieved his wallet from his trousers and pulled out one of the condoms he kept there. He returned to kneel in front of her, she watched as he tore the packet open with his teeth, then sheathed it along his length.

He rubbed it against her folds and clit as his hands and mouth played with her breast. Teasing her nipples with his fingers and tongue, liking how hard they were and how she was squirming under him. One of her hands grazed her fingers across his back while the other reached between them. Stroking her fingers around his cock before positioning him at her entrance. Biting her lower lip as their eyes met.

He pulled his mouth away from her nipple, pulling a lascivious grin with a hungry look in his eyes. He placed his hands either side of her shoulders before he pushed himself inside her. They both groaned as their hips met. Luca found her to be deliciously tight, giving her a moment as she panted, clinging to him.

Nuzzling into her neck as he began gently rocking his hips.

"Does it feel good?" He asked.

"Yes." She moaned.

He remained at a gentle pace, she joined his hips in their movements. Their bodies undulating, like a dance they instinctively performed together. Both breathing heavily, sweating. Luca relished the feeling of being inside her as she rolled her hips into him. Wishing to prolong this tantalising pace for a bit longer, trying to resist the urge to start pounding into her when she kept enticing him to do so with her moans. She dragged her lips across his neck, before giving him a heavy nip. It sent a small jolt to his cock.

He growled.

"If you want me to remain gentle... you're going the wrong way about it."

She giggled.

"Did I say I want you to be gentle?" She said in a sultry tone.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"Oh... you want me to be a little rougher? Fuck you hard?"

Almost purring in his ear.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want."

"If you insist." He smiled.

He drew his hips back before slamming inside. Fucking her hard and fast, his efforts rewarded with her moans, and her insides squeezing around him. Every time he bottomed out within her jolts ran up his spine, a sensation like he was melting spread through him. She desperately wrapped around him, angling her hips to take him deeper, their legs intertwining, her fingers digging into his back. She was loudly moaning as he drove deep and hard between her legs. Pressing her lips to his to have an intense kiss to match their pace, mewling into his mouth, feathering her tongue against his. Biting his lower lip as she ended it.

She removed a hand from his back, sliding it between them to rub her clit in circles. Making eye contact with him as she did.

"Harder!" She moaned.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper before Increasing the pace until their skin slapping together sounded like someone clapping. Watching her play with herself beneath him, her moans turning to choked out mewls, panting and trembling under him. His legs and hips starting to feel like rubber, urgently trying to hold out until he felt her come around him. Her face looked blissed out, her eyes unfocused, only half open, while her mouth remained slightly open to let out her pants and moans. He knew that face, she was close, he just needed to hold out for a little longer...

She squealed and clamped down on him, her insides spasming as her toes curled, back arched and her eyes rolled back, eyelashes fluttering, her whole body going rigid. Luca let himself go, slamming himself deep as he ascended to that heavenly feeling surging through his body, shooting up his spine, his muscles tensing as his balls finally tightened gushing a load inside the condom.

Both of them huffing, their muscles going slack. He looked down at her euphoric face, feeling proud of himself. He slowly withdrew himself before slumping on the bed next to her. They lay there for a couple minutes, enjoying the afterglow.

"Did I do well enough that I passed your 'interview'?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

She giggled. Giving him a smile.

"Yeah... I think you'll do."

He chuckled.

"Well... I'm delighted I meet your exacting standards... so what now?" He asked flirtatiously.

She gave him a wry half smile

"I am feeling a bit sleepy, so the only thing I feel like right now is a cuddle and a nap."

"Happy to do both of those... assuming you aren't just going to throw me out?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"You can stay until morning, but I want my cuddle."

He chuckled, pulling the covers over them before snuggling up for the night.

Luca awoke the next morning, the sunlight poking through the curtains with Evelyn nuzzling him in her sleep. She looked pretty cute like that, no one who saw her in this position would suspect what kind of woman she actually was. He didn't fully know either, but was keen to find out. He was hesitant to move and wake her, pondering if he should just stay and wait. The question was taken out of his hands when a crash like something breaking and yelling came from downstairs.

Evelyn woke with a jolt, eyes bleary, scrunching her nose as she joined the waking world.

"What on earth are they doing downstairs?"

She asked.

"Being noisy of course." He replied. "At some point we need to go down and join them."

She chortled.

"You might, I plan to stay up here for as long as I can to avoid the bulk of them."

He had a resigned look.

"Lucky you, I need to give Harvey a lift back to the city. Knowing him he probably never went to bed."

"You have my sympathies." Giving him a wry grin.

Luca got out of bed to start picking up his clothes to dress himself. Evelyn gave his nude form an admiring glance. As Luca started putting on his clothes, Evelyn spoke.

"You're taking me out to dinner next week."

He chuckled as he pulled up his trousers.

"Where am I taking you? Any suggestions?"

She playfully pondered for a moment.

"No fast food, it doesn't have to be expensive and I like spicy and flavourful."

He slipped on his shirt and began putting on his shoes, before tossing his phone to her.

"Noted... number please."

She tapped it in while he picked up his jacket and wallet. Reclaiming his phone from her as he walked back. Giving her a quick kiss before he made his way to the door and opened it.

"See you next week." She said with a cheeky smile as he was about to walk through.

"Absolutely." He winked at her before closing the door behind him.

As he walked out into the hallway he spotted Tarquin at the top of the stairs. He had clearly seen him coming out of Evelyn's room and had a look of bemused amazement on his face. He grinned, performing a mock salute before walking downstairs.

Luca returned to his room, which he hadn't slept in. He had a quick shower and changed into some fresh clothes before gathering his things and heading downstairs to the kitchen to score a cup of coffee. When he entered, there was clearly some already brewed. As soon as Harvey and Tarquin saw him they cheered, giving him a round of applause. Luca gave them a sarcastic bow in response, before going to pour himself a cup.

While Tarquin was in an expensive looking dressing gown having not bothered to get fully dressed yet, Harvey was still dressed in last night's clothes, eyes red and looking twitchy, he definitely had not slept.

"How did you manage that?" Harvey asked bemused.

"However he did it, it started in the garden, she came in wearing nothing but his jacket." Tarquin said, raising his eyebrows as he smiled.

Luca smirked as he sipped from his cup.

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Harvey pretended to pout.

"Aww can't you tell your old pal Harvey how you managed to get the ungettable."

"What can I say..." He paused trying to think up a good bit of bullshit. "... women are into the exotic and dangerous. Even Evelyn." He shrugged nonplussed.

A lascivious grin spread onto Harvey's face.

"How was she?"

Luca did his best to suppress the irritation he felt at the question. Putting on an air of aloofness.

"A gentleman never tells... plus there's a good chance she'd try to kill me..." He said with a sobering degree of truth. It was exciting. "... and I would like to be amongst the living for our dinner next week."

Tarquin chuckled. Putting on a Shakespearean tone.

"The lady wisheth to continue thine courtship. Well played fine sir, I bow to your exceptional wooing skills." Finishing with a bow

Luka laughed, tipping his cup.

"So, Harvey, are you good to travel or do we need to borrow a bucket from Tarquin?"

He answered looking a little unsteady.

"I'm fine, thank you. I will not be channelling the spirit of the Chunder Dragon in your car."

"Good to hear. I just hope it's true. Tarquin you've been a wonderful host, thank you for your invitation."

He and Harvey said their goodbyes before heading out to Luke's car. As he drove back he pondered. How soon should he contact her about the restaurant? Along with wondering if they would finish the date in his bed or hers.

End.

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Hi, just for the record I don't endorse murder as a problem solving technique. I just enjoy darker stories like 'Dexter' and 'You'. I hope I got the tone of dark humour right, I appreciate this might not be everyone's cup of tea.

Thanks for reading.