For some reason lost to her, she was a hell of a lot more eloquent at the moment, able to string together sentences in a way that didn't make her sound half as stupid as she actually was. She nodded, that same soft smile on her lips, and she watched him with a calm, even fond gaze. "I do. You treat me very well, and I'm not just referring to the money. I feel...safe with you. Appreciated." She laughed, though she wasn't laughing at him. "Far from it. It happens to be the most pleasant time I get to spend."
He reached out, touched her shoulder, and her smile grew brilliant. Encouraging. She wasn't even certain of what her endgame was. She saw Robert York, a powerful and pleasant man, within grasp. What she could hope to get from him?
Fame.
Her own voice, quiet, urging her towards it. No, there was no fame in this tiny town. So that wasn't what she wanted, was it? No. She had infamy already. 'Susie-Q, the greatest screw you'll ever do for a buck or two.' That was in the men's room at the gas station, after all.
He mentioned money and her brows drew inward. Perhaps he wasn't interested, after all? It hadn't hurt to try, no, and there would be other times to try. Other appointments. She looked down, politely sniffing as she thought, and then her gaze drew back up. "Is our time really over already?" She looked almost sad.