Pestilence leaned his head against her hand, lost in the familiar sensation. "I love that scent," he muttered, not really meaning to say it aloud, but unable to withhold the comment. Tilting his head, he kissed the inside of her palm. "I could fall in love with you for that scent."

Still kneeling at her feel, he took off her little high heels, rubbing her feet and working his way up to the hem of her skirt. "A beautiful woman like you should never be alone. I'm lucky tonight that I saw you before any other guys did."