As promised, Samantha did call him.
She composed that damned number imprinted in her memory, and she waited half a minute before he picked up. He loved to make her wait or hope in vain, didn't he?
«Hello,» she said when she heard his breathing on the other side. «I want to make things clear before proceeding further.»
«You're so cold, Miss Trouble.»
«All we're going to do is sex. No dates, no feelings. I don't have time for a relationship at this moment in my life. And I won't in the future either. I'm happy alone, but my body does happen to like you. Is that all right with you?»
«Could you be more perfect?» he chuckled. «Not just that you're gorgeous, but you also don't like commitment? The perfect woman for a man like me.»
«A man like you?» She mimicked him. «You think too highly of yourself.»
«What are you doing this weekend?»