Chapter Four
The First Date
A mild one? Had she met a more perverted man than me? Did one exist?
“A mild one, Ms. Millot? I’m not sure what you mean.”
She looked away from me toward the floor.
“Oh, I just meant that from a woman’s point of view all men are perverted, in one way or another…” she said.
We left my office and Anne-Marie went into the dressing room and changed while I waited for her in the corridor outside. By the time we walked out to the bar everyone had left. I shut off the lights, locked up and we went out to the dimly lit parking area. She had a roll of bills in her hand and attempted to give it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“The tips, Monsieur.”
“No, Anne-Marie. That money is yours. You earned it.”
“Oh, merci… Well, Au Revoir…”
She immediately turned away and
