“Two new rules,” she said. “One, no flirting with me. Ever.” “Ah, we’re back to that again. Ever’s a long time.” I finally abandoned my post in the doorway and entered the studio. “Also, I wasn’t flirting. I was telling the truth.” “Two,” she continued, ignoring me. “Don’t call me darling.” “What about honeybun?” “No.” “Madame?” “No.” “Tinkerbell?” “Only if you want me to kick you in the tinkerbell between your legs.”
