Need and desire

"Are you alright." I mused. "Is the room to your liking?"

All the rooms were mostly the same.

Even had been white when I moved in, but now the walls and furniture were all dark shades ranging from grey to black. This room had shades of green so dark they appeared black unless directly under the light.

Rhea stood out against the darkness of my home, like a supernova star in a lonely sky.

"It's fine. Your home is really impressive, but what else would you expect from the youngest rich boy in the city", She giggled on an exhale and rubbed her arms, moving to stare out the windows to the street below.

"Richest young man," I corrected, roaming my eyes over the curves of her body. "Did you know who I was?"

"No," she admitted, tensing up from the tone in my voice. "Not until I saw your magazine the last time we...the last morning I saw you, actually." She took a deep breath.

"And I know you aren't a boy. Your interview said you're twenty eight."

"I am, that magazine said a lot about me", W