11. EVE
Rand poked his head out, grinning like a fat kid on Christmas. Eve lowered her glasses and put her battered old copy of The Possessed to one side. She was wearing nothing but a sheer nightie, and wouldn’t even be wearing that if it was a little hotter out.
“This is my bedroom, Rand,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“Off limits.”
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here?”
“Because you don’t know what off limits means?”
He was flashing that smile that he thought was so god-damned irresistible. Maybe it had been to her once. She had certainly accepted his job offer. Well, maybe it was actually business. He did have flashes of business sense now and then.
“Is this about Zakira’s request to get the missionary on board?”
He scowled.
“No,” he said.
“How long are you going to pu
