Greer kept his face straight as a funeral as he replied, "Well, first I'll have to have my dinner, now won't I? And I'd quite like you keep the dress on for that. And the heels." Yes, he'd have her moaning his name within a half hour of meeting her.
Well done, Tracey, he thought, already trying to pick out a thank you bouquet in his head as he tugged at Daphne's hand and pulled her body close to his, directing her through the crowded bar and then down Victory Road to his flat at the Quarante-Sept. He kept her close the whole walk, one hand at the small of her back, the other not letting her offered hand go. His grip was sure, physical, as was everything he did.