“What?”
“You would seriously pay me two hundred thousand euro to stay with you? That is insane.”
“No, I’d pay you two hundred thousand to play with me.”
She gives me a wry grin. “Again, I cannot help but feel this is a sex thing.”
“Oh, AFG,” I say, bopping her on the nose. “For all your talk of sex, I can’t help but think you want it ... bad.”
She shakes her head and gets to her feet, her hips swaying rhythmically as she walks to the door, but she doesn’t deny it, and she doesn’t say she won’t stay.
I have to convince her to stay.