Chapter 3: The Charm Offensive
After our initial skirmish things calmed down a bit. I ordered another scotch while she took it easy with her second whiskey. That made five shots for me and three for her (that I knew of), but I'd had a big dinner and could hold my liquor. Judging by the flush of her skin and the twinkle in her eye, Gail was a lightweight. She wasn't drunk yet but she was smiling.
"You haven't done this as much as you pretend," I told her.
"I was really looking forward to it," she sulked. "I like the idea of ordering a man like room service." With a heavy sigh, she rolled the edge of her tumbler around her napkin. "It takes me so long just to work up the nerve to make the call."
"No Mr. Robbins at home?" I asked. That was normally a no-no question.
She offered me a coy
