Ah, so she was intelligent. Something I already knew.

"I don't have any money," she told me. "I left there with nothing."

"I have no use for your money."

Her eyes darkened knowingly as she stared at me, and she spoke her next question as though she already knew the answer. "Then what do you want?"

"I want you."

"I'm not for sale," she answered immediately.

"You were the other night."

"That was before I knew who you were."

Never taking my eyes from hers, I took a long drink, then balanced my glass on my thigh, one finger rubbing along the rim, my other arm along the back of...