“How much?”
“Well, I thought we might go back to your apartment tonight. There could be other nights. I have an idea we could have plenty of fun together.”
“So you don’t want money?” she said, and he was surprised to see she had suddenly relaxed.
“I have money,” he said airily. “I haven’t got you. If it doesn’t work out the way I think it will, then we’ll make it money, baby, but we’ll try the other way first.”
She reached for a cigarette, lit it and tossed the match into the ash-tray.
“I’d like to think about this, Louie.”
“It’s going to be tonight, baby, so think fast.”
She stared down at her hands.
“And you won’t say anything about Johnny?”
“Not a thing, baby. Play with me and I’ll play with you.”