Her lips twitched faintly, suppressing her smile.
She had forgotten he hadn't had any in a while. He thought she was propositioning him! Well, I am, she mused. "Yes, I appreciate them," she paused, choosing her words carefully. "And I appreciate their, shall we say, secrecy?"
Neal shifted in his seat, his knee, grazing hers under the table, leaning forward resting on his folded arms. "Secrecy?" He chuckled. "Obviously, they're not too secret."
"They're not exactly public knowledge, are they?" Gloria shot back, irritated by his answer. She had expected him to question her about how she knew, not to react this way.
Suddenly, what she was up to hit him. She wasn't a hooker. The b***h was proposing blackmail! He laughed till his stomach ached, taking his glasses off to wipe them dry, no lo
