"Kitten, if you want to show some poor fool just what a fool he was just wait until we arrange to have you drop an obscene amount of money buying lingerie on a charge card that is not yours..." He smirked and chuckled, winking at her to show that his mischief was intended for her amusement.
Then he pulled out his phone and used a speed dial number to leave a message. "Hey. It's Ed...you're always bitching that I never give you a heads up about any of the scenes I'm about to make. Well, kid, I'll be at Firebird for a while and then at Bungalow 8. And listen--you are not going to believe the gorgeous creature I'm squiring around town tonight. Show up if you want to enjoy a good time and maybe get up close to New York's loveliest society princess..." He hung up and then grinned at her. "He's a good guy. Despite being a bottom feeding journalist. He'll only print what you say he can, because if he fucks up I'll personally have him fired..." he promised her.