Eventually, he glanced at my dress.
“Let me guess. You came here because your friend promised you an unforgettable evening.”
“Something like that.”
“And has she delivered?”
“She’s certainly delivered a lot of noise.”
He laughed.
“I like you, Helen. You’re not trying to impress me.”
“Should I be?”
“Absolutely not. If you were trying to impress me, I’d assume you wanted something.”
I smiled.
“What makes you think I don’t?”
He looked amused.
“Perhaps you do. There’s nothing wrong with being honest about that.”
Then he said something that changed the atmosphere between us.
“I have a hotel suite booked nearby. I’d like you to accompany me tonight. I’ll pay you generously for the arrangement.”
I stared at him.
For a moment, the music seemed to fade into the background.
I understood what he meant.
This wasn’t an ordinary invitation to dinner. He was offering me money for a sexual encounter.
