She stopped at my table, leaning against the chair opposite me, not sitting. The posture was one of lazy confidence.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she said, her voice a low purr that vibrated through the floor. "I was wondering when you'd get tired of playing with your little rich girls and come see a real woman."
"I was just taking care of some business," I said, taking a sip of the water she had brought me earlier. "An apology, of sorts."
Her eyes sharpened, a flicker of curiosity cutting through the seductive haze. "Apology, huh? Those are my favorite kind. They involve so much... groveling."
"This one involved more building," I said.
"Building what?"
"An empire," I replied simply.
She stared at me for a long moment, seeing past the handsome face and the expensive clothes, seeing the truth hidden in my eyes. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.
