"But I really like it. Doesn't this prove how excellent I am? Otherwise, you wouldn't treat your own wife this way for me."
The woman spoke while cupping her chin coquettishly.
"Of course, you are truly exceptional."
Lucas Hughes, still running high on hormones, started moving his hands as he spoke.
"But, Dr. Hughes, your wife really is quite beautiful. Did you seek me out just for the thrill? After the thrill fades, will you toss me aside like I'm nothing?"
This time, the woman reached out and stopped Lucas's hand.
"How could that be? Chloe Simpson has long been a thing of the past. You are my present and my future. Besides, Chloe, that woman, is incredibly dull. When we were together, forget charm or passion—she'd barely react."
"She'd just lie there on the bed like a dead fish, lifeless. Well, every now and then she'd let out a moan or two, but they'd be totally devoid of emotion. There wasn't even the slightest urge to make love. But you, you're totally different."
