“Are you really that anxious to lose them?” Christina asked as she turned into the heartless wench she had transformed into the last time they were alone.

“You didn’t call,” he said sourly.

“Mark never called and made a request for me,” Christina said sternly. “I thought that was the deal. Besides, I don’t phone clients and ask them to take me out.”

“Why not?” he demanded.

“I’m here for you—for your needs. I don’t have needs when I go on a date with you. I am here for your comfort and pleasure only. I do not phone and ask to fulfill your needs. You call me. Even you should...