‘I’ve spent one night with you, Anton. I’m not under any illusions as to what this is.’ Right. That’s quite enough of that crap. ‘Take off your glasses,’ I say, pulling my aviators off. ‘I want to see you.’ She sighs, then removes her dark glasses slowly and sets them down on the table. When she raises her blue eyes to me, I see exactly why she didn’t want to take her glasses off. Those beautiful eyes are the windows to every last insecurity she has.
