She smiled at his joke, but made no comment. The woman cocked her head to the side with devilish grin,
“In’t that cute. Ya think yer off the hook. Well, let’s say ya got’a wee bit to make up on our next date, Michael.” She gave him a smug wink. She leaned back listening to his prattling before letting a low hum as if having caught a key fact,
“So that’s why ya asked me to strip! A wee bit fast don’t ya think? And in the office of a man that’ll throw ya out the window if he caught ya no less…” She snickered and bit her bottom lip, looking him up and down like he was a snack. Her fingers gripped her pants leg as she toyed with an idea, her gaze flitting to the desk behind her for a second. Then she tutt.
She took a breath, closed her eyes and let out a sigh of annoyance, as if she could no longer entertain the idea. She gave an apologetic half-smile,
“Look, Michael, as sweet as this is, I gave that spooky betch mah name ‘n number ‘n now she knows where I werk n’ my profession as a photographer too. So… I can’t exactly stay kickin’ ‘round ‘ere or go back to mah place. If they got eyes on this place with us together, yer vigilante handsome self may get dragged into this too. I got some folk I have to talk to tonight so there might be a next week fer me. “ She explained nonchalantly, like the threat on her life was an annoying paper.
She paused, looking to reconsider a moment as she looked at him,
“Then again, I’m here fer a good time, not a long time…”