"No, I don't know what you meant. What else do you need to know about me? How I brush my teeth at night, or what sort of shampoo do I use? Give me a clue here," Minerva shot back, throwing up her hands.
She made a growling sound of frustration in the back of her throat.
"Did I say that? No, I said I don't need to know everything about you, Atlas. Maybe I enjoy a little mystery about the bloke who I've been fucking for the past two months, yeah? It keeps it alive and fun! I mean, you've already told me about what you've done that made me bring you here in the first place. You have more skeletons in the closet? Fine, let's hear them," she challenged.
Minerva stepped back, and his words were like a slap - but she wasn't one to back down that easily. She stepped forward again, and grabbed his jacket once more, pulling herself face to face with him.
"You don't. What you need is to take me back to the hotel room and show me why I don't need some stupid plastic toy," she said in a tight voice, then pressed her lips to his - hard.