There was certainly no doubt in her mind where this entire night might end up, and that was just fine by her. He didn't have to be a grand writer for her to want him for a night and she didn't think he would mind much.
They moved, she sat, he questioned her and she didn't bother looking at her menu. She had a feeling he'd just order for her regardless of what she wanted. She sipped on her wine and tilted her head.
"The idea of reading your work again is repulsive," she said smoothly. "Going home with you tonight is not entirely so, unless you plan on reading me your work out loud."