45They lay together on the padded platform for long minutes, kissing and licking each other and laughing at nothing. Suddenly he jumped up.
“What?” she asked.
“Come on. It’s already past five, and we need to get dressed and get over to the mall.”
Sasha looked at him. “You want to go shopping? Now?”
He nodded.
“Why?” she asked.
“For tomorrow, precious,” he said.
“Wait! You mean that hot date thing tomorrow night? I thought you were teasing.”
“No.”
Sasha looked up at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
“With who?”
“With a very wealthy, conservative old man and his third, I think, wife. You and I are going to persuade them to invest, oh, say, ten million bucks in a private money-management account at Hill Financial.”
Sasha looked up. “How old?” she asked pointedly. “Like you? Or like really
