8AntonWas she trembling? I wasn’t sure. She was staring at me like I was a puzzle she wanted to solve, which amused me. Most women didn’t want to get to know me. All they cared about was my influence, my power, and my money, and while she obviously came to me for my money — her purse and obvious desperation alluded to that — that she was trying to figure me out made me curious.
Who was she? I hadn’t even asked her for her name yet. She had me off kilter, and that was not a good thing. But pulling her onto my lap had thrown her some, I could tell, and I decided to press that advantage first. “I need to know if we’re compatible,” I said.
And I kissed her.
She was resistant at first, her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back, but I wound my fingers through her soft hair, pushing her towar
