"Haven't quite crossed that line yet," he confessed lightly. There was a certain amount of appeal in the idea of a whole line of women who were his fans. But they were all just a bit nutty, which put a different sort of spin on things.
"Of course Italian. Couldn't be anything but. I say go all out, charge his credit cards to the max, I'm sure he can afford it." Petersen probably didn't actually have credit cards, but she'd know what he meant. Why shouldn't she take advantage? "Nothing wrong with shakin' it on your own Fuzz, but I'm betting someone could help you out. It's been a while, but I know a few moves myself." The child of a bored and rich socialite, dancing lessons had been a standard. Much like the piano lessons. But he didn't give them much thought lately.