“If you want me bad enough…a big, powerful man like you…you’ll find me.” The words, like everything about her, are so unexpected, they stop me in my tracks. “Find you?” She’s fluffing her hair as she reaches for the bag I didn’t realize had slid to the floor when we entered, a playful smile on her lips. That’s when it hits me: she’s really going to leave without giving me her number. She shrugs before responding. “Yeah. If you want me, find me.”
