As Roxanne took the first step into Lance's penthouse, she was left dumbfounded, forgetting for a minute that where she was meant to be was some hundred dollar room and not a thousand dollar exquisite suit.
"This isn't a hotel room." Roxanne stated the obvious as she snapped out of the trans she had been put in by the penthouse's beauty.
Lance looked above his shoulder, smirking at her with a nod of his head as he took off his suit and placed it on the head of his sofas.
"Of course it's not." He said, backing up Roxanne's statement.
At this, the blonde felt anger surge up in her.
"What the hell, Lance." She spat. "Do you ever listen to a word I say?"
"I listen," Lance spoke, as he emerged from where Roxanne assumed was the kitchen. "But at times I just chose to play things my way."
