Of course he does

Ethan stood alone in Alexandra's apartment. He looked around at the cups strewn on the floor, a few empty bottles of prosecco, and streamers. Through the doorway, he could see Alexandra asleep on her bed. Her black heels were thrown on the floor, but she still had on a black sequined dress that clung to her body. He had only seen her briefly before, passing on the walkway or in the parking garage, or from a distance through his window. He took in every inch of her body. Her skin was perfect and smooth even though she was clearly wasted. She was slim but soft. As her chest shifted with her breathing, he could see how well her breasts fell from her neckline--full but proportionate. Her waist was slender and flowed into her hips. Her short dress had slid up her legs. Her thighs creased at her hips and had a beautiful curve. He looked down and saw her butt from underneath the sheet. It was medium in size but was perfectly round and fit her hips and thighs exactly.

Ethan was overcome with lust. He wanted to rip her dress off right there, but he felt himself being pulled back. He needed to be patient. He took a moment to think about that the pale-faced man had told him. The world was his to take. He needed to take his time. Ethan bent over her sleeping body, touched her forehead, and felt himself fall forward into her dreamscape.