In the heart of Aspen Citys most prosperous district, within the opulent Luxor Hotel, the Presidential Suite was bathed in the warm, yellow glow of an exquisite crystal chandelier. An eerie silence enveloped the room.
Hunter Thorpe leaned back in his executive chair, his deep and refined features accentuated by his raven hair, which spoke of his untamed nature. His thin lips slightly pressed, he gracefully picked up a cigar, and after one of his men lit it for him, he exhaled smoke rings while gazing pensively out the window.
"Hunter, Ive finished my bath," a womans voice broke the silence as she emerged from the bathroom, her alluring figure capturing the attention of anyone in the room.
"Hmm?" Hunters eyebrows furrowed, and he casually swirled the red wine in his glass, exuding an intimidating chill as he ignored the woman.
"Hunter... Arent you happy to see me?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
"Hunter... Ive missed you... Have you missed me?" Not receiving a response, she took the cigar from his hand, took a gentle puff, and exhaled a veil of smoke.
Hunter merely played with the wine glass in his hand, "To become my woman, it depends on whether youre worth it."
This was her second encounter with Hunter Thorpe, and she was nervous, her body stiff with anticipation. Becoming his woman meant an end to all her sufferings. With determination, she stood up...
Leaning forward slightly, she fell into Hunters arms, "Hunter... Ive been waiting for you for so long."
Though they had met twice before, there had been no real interaction. He chose her tonight on a whim. The womans seductive movements caused Hunters eyebrows to rise slightly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.