"So, it's you," I say with a smirk on my face. He nods. "So, you're the rich guy who owns all this stuff," I comment. He nods again. "You must be loaded," I state. He laughs. "Is that all you can think about right now? he asks. I shrug. "I'm not really thinking straight, I had a lot to drink," I admit. I take my heels off as I can no longer stand being in them. They hurt too much and are making it hard for me to walk. "Do you need shoes?" he asks me as I throw the heels across the room. "I don't think you're my size to be honest," I joke. He rolls his eyes and leaves the room, he comes back a few seconds later with a pair of fluffy slippers. He hands them over to me. "Here, take these, they will make your little feet better," he says. I take them gladly. They look so soft and fluffy. I che
