"Who said I like the sofa? I meant 'sit' as in sitting down, not 'do it' as in making love."
"If you don't like the sofa, where do you prefer then?"
"I like..." She stopped mid-sentence, then snapped, "None of your business! Get out, I want to sleep!"
"I don't have a habit of sleeping on sofas."
"I don't care! Right now, I'm the client!"
"Since you put it that way..." Kris Cooper spread his hands. "Take it off. I don't make a habit of letting clients wear my clothes."
Vera Wave glanced down at the bathrobe she was wearing and quickly clutched its lapels tightly.
"Give me back my clothes first."
Kris Cooper stood up, walked to the corner of the room, and fished something out of the laundry hamper, dangling it in mid-air with one finger.
"This one?"
Seeing her own bra hooked on his finger, Vera's face instantly burned red.
"Throw it here!"
Kris Cooper raised his hand and tossed the bra to her.
