“Yes," Rena replied, her curiosity piqued.

“These butterflies are from the ice age in South Africa. There's only one pair left in the world now. Waylen, how did you know that I had an affinity for them back in high school?"

He smiled knowingly from his office chair.

He didn't provide a direct answer to her question but instead said softly, "Why don't you come back to our apartment for dinner tonight?

The cook from my family's mansion has prepared a special meal. Let's enjoy a glass of red wine together, shall we?"

Rena was no naive girl.

It was evident that Waylen's invitation carried an underlying desire for intimacy. He wanted her to warmly comply with his wishes.

Rena maintained a prolonged silence, her thoughts echoing in the stillness.

Waylen displayed remarkable patience, his words flowing gently as he said, "I shall come to fetch you tonight.”

After an extended interval, Rena caught the sound of her own voice as it escaped her Lips, softly murmuring, “Alright.”

She understood the extent of Waylen's determination and his willingness to exert himself for what he desired.

His desires, predominantly of a sexual nature, were accompanied by flattery. She pondered over his astute understanding of women, perplexed by his ability to discern their intricacies. Yet, when he made a decisive advance, she felt powerless to decline.

That particular night surpassed all others in its blend of romance and wildness.

His tender words permeated every nook and cranny of the apartment, filling the air with their sweetness.

Embracing her within his strong arms, he engaged in passionate intimacy that endured for the greater part of the night...

Rena couldn't help but acknowledge that Waylen provided her with the utmost pleasure and a truly exhilarating sensory experience.

The break of dawn arrived.

As Rena awakened, she discovered Waylen standing by the bed, impeccably attired in a tie.

Upon witnessing her consciousness, he leaned down and bestowed a tender kiss upon her.

“WiLL you indeed be attending the opening party?" Rena inquired softly, her eyes rekindling with the memories of the previous night.

Waylen responded, "Yes, there is a trial I must attend though. I may arrive a tad late but it is acceptable to arrive at nine in the evening. Miss Gordon, how will you introduce me then?"

Rena ensconced her arms around his neck and whispered a single word.