She wanted to go up to the room and scrap the idea altogether after the third guy asked her rates. Then she saw Peter, looking bored and sexy as hell while he sipped his drink across the bar.

Just looking at himdid thingsto her. It made her walk up to him and pretend she didn't know him, that he could have her for the right price. He pretended like it wasn't difficult for him to keep his eyes off the dress that was too tight, too short. He couldn't help stand closer.

Sometimes it was fun to pretend.