"Nice place."

      She stepped into the room. She was consciously dressed. A simple wine colored gown and a silver purse to matched with a silver heels. She was having an attachment on. 

     The living or sitting room was well furnished. Milk colored sofas, expensive artworks, majorly those which portrayed the world wars and some exclusive views of nature. 

    The curtains were to matched with the Ash color of the marbled floor and there were drooping chandeliers.

     The TV set was inscribed in a four-corner case which was tarred with some delicate things she couldn't name. 

     Standing at the door, she could make a full view of the whole sitting room and it seemed like a paradise on earth. If she would be sincere with herself, she didn't think she had seen any beauty as such in her life. Not even in boss' house. 

    She walked past the back of the large chair which was few metres away from the door. 

    Above the TV set was a reflective glass which bounced back the image of a bar. Of course she could tell that there were lots of nourishing drinks there. 

       "Nope. Beautiful place."

     She corrected herself. She actually didn't want to show to him that she was tripping for the place but she couldn't help it. 

    There was a small multicolored rug the centre table was sitting on. The Table too was like a chair, all decked with foams and leathers. 

     "This way, please."

    He pointed her to the direction she had missed. She walked back as though she was going out but cut the corner by the chair and stood at the front of one of the sofas. 

      "You may have your seat."

     She looked around the last time. The living room was exclusively furnished as though twas some president's house. Damn!

     The walls were painted milk and she could tell that there was no stain whatsoever therein.  She envisaged herself owning that kinda beauty. She didn't want to be too dismissive. She could of course, but obviously not when she was still a journalist. 

      "Wow!"

      She sat and tried to look at him. He was standing behind her. 

    He was doing that because he didn't want to look her in the face. She might figure out that he had lied earlier. 

    He didn't even know how he had tidied up the whole parlour in just three minutes. He should be acknowledged in the next Guinness book of records of course. He did worth it. 

      But he walked past the chair and walked by her. He took a bend and circled the center table before he took his seat. 

     "Remind me, what did you say you do?"

    He smiled. That was the only sincere thing he had been able to do since she arrived. 

     "A computer guru."

     She didn't seem convinced. Her face was contoured with doubt. He wanted to laugh. She had a funny look whenever she was like that. 

     "Do they get that rich?"

     "Who?"

     "Your folks."

     "Folks?"

    He heard, 'dummy' from inside. That was Cortana. He hoped that the lady didn't hear that. 

     "What was that?"

    Damn. He cursed under his breath. He knew she was that smart. 

     "Some AI."

     "Articulatory Index?"

    He was confused. 

      "What's that?"

     "It's a jargon in Phonetics."

      "If it's a jargon, then why is it used?"

    She chuckled. 

     "No way. Jargon doesn't mean nonsense. It's kinda some special words for some special fields."

    "Oh!"

      "Your AI means what then?"

     "Artificial Intelligence."

     "Oh, that I know. Do they really exist. I thought its some movie exaggeration."

     "Nope. They're real. Her name is Cortana. Sorry. I forgot. What would you love to have?"

    He wanted to hop off the discourse. He didn't want her in his room yet. He had only taken all the mess into his room. Both on the floor and everywhere. 

    "Just a glass of water."

    Thank goodness. He thought she was going to ask for all the stuff he said he had ordered. 

    But he must pretend too. He should seem gentlemanly enough. 

     "Why? You should have at least something crunchy."

     She hesitated firstly then held her stance,

      "No. I'm fine. Just a glass of water."

     He was relieved. He felt it deep down in his spine. 

     "Very well then."

     He stood up and went to get a cup of water. He returned to the parlour. 

    He saw her standing, with her back to him, she was staring at one of the artworks. 

    He was tempted. He didn't know if he should give in to the temptation. 

   He walked silently and dropped the glass on the table. Then he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He had no idea what he was doing. Temptations were suicidal of course. 

   "Do you like it?"

    She chuckled. 

    "I love the owner."

    He felt the goosebumps ripping off his mental ken. That was a go ahead he had never envisaged. 

    He moved closer to her and locked his body to hers as she responded. 

     He was pressing on her really hard and he could feel his own erection responding too. 

    She turned to him. He should had done that but he hesitated. 

     "Sorry if I'm rough."

    He said as he brought his mouth closer to hers. She hesitated firstly. She looked down. 

     "It's okay."

     He said and tried to let go of her then said,

     "Not that. Just a question."

      The dying fire in him came alive again, he was  bent on hearing what she had to say, who wouldn't,

       "Just ask. Anything."

    He held her arms again. She looked up at him. Her eye lashes wavering. Her lips quaking and sweat assembling on her forehead. 

     "Would you still love me even after I die?"

    That was some tough question. That was weird. No lady had ever asked him that. What was she doing?

    Well, he wasn't surprised. Those are ladies for you. They make crazy requests at delicate points like that. Makes no difference. 

   Twas just the heat making her say that. Probably she had been jilted before and needed someone to trust. Who watches over the other after death? Crazy. 

    He dumped the thought and brought his lips closer to her and brushed them. 

    "Even in the afterlife."

     She responded and sucked his lips passionately. He felt the surge like he never before. 

    She pushed him towards the three-sitter sofa and made him fall as she climbed on him. 

    She pulled her gown off and revealed the two bounty and heavy boobs as his eyes widened. 

     She fell on him and moved rhythmically on him. 

    And he? He was hard down there. Very very hard. 

      "Dummy."

    He heard Cortana say again. Twas faint but he could hear. 

   He ignored it. The bitch was a hater. He knew that from the on set. 

     Ishbelle reached for his two hands and put them to her two bounty ...