“Make yourself at home,” she said. “Sit down and relax. I’m absolutely harmless, and you don’t have to be shy or frightened of me.”
“I’m not frightened of you,” Ken said, warming to her. “It’s just I’m not used to this sort of thing.”
She laughed.
“I should hope not. A nice boy like you shouldn’t need anyone like me.” She quickly mixed two highballs as she talked. “What’s the idea, Buster?” she went on. “Your girl let you down?”
Ken felt himself go hot.
“Not exactly.”
She carried the drinks over to the couch and sat beside him.
“Sorry; that slipped out. I didn’t mean to stick my nose where it isn’t wanted,” she said. “It’s just you’re not the type I usually meet.” She gave him one of the tall glasses. “I’m in luck tonight Here’s to fun, Buster.”
Ken was glad of the highball. He hadn’t expected anything like this. The set-up wasn’t sordid at all. The room was better than his own sitting-room.
The girl was like one of the girls at his bank, only a lot prettier. He would never have guessed she was what she was.