Ah, but I have my ways of knowing these things. Just wait and see how right I am, sugar. She leads him into the room with a sultry smile on her lips. "Now, why don't you take off that tie? It's strangling your spirit."

"Well, sugar," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "why don't you show me?" She steps closer to him, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. With practiced ease, she undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, revealing his muscular torso. "I think your spirit could use a little air," she whispers before pushing the shirt off his shoulders, leaving it in a rumpled heap on the floor.

"There we go," she says with satisfaction. "