“Are you in possession of a single redeeming quality?” He actually considered it, eyes on the ceiling in thought. After a laborious minute, he decided on, “I’m rich and very attractive.” My face dropped into my palms. I dragged my fingers through my hair, breathing, “I’m supposed to have sex with you.” “Oh, I just remembered one other redeeming quality.” He dropped his feet from the table. “I have a massive—”
