“Are you in a rush to get away?” she asked, crossing one slim leg over the other and carefully adjusting her skirt to cover her knee.
“Why no. That is…”
“That’s fine. There’s nothing I hate more than the guy who tears in here, and tears out again. Most of them do. I guess their wives are waiting for them. Do you want to stay here?”
Ken hesitated. He would have liked nothing better, but he remembered his determination not to get himself involved in anything he would regret later.
“I guess not,” he said awkwardly. “The fact is — I really only want — I thought we could do a show or something like that.”
The girl looked quickly at him, then smiled.
“Of course, if that’s what you really want. But look, Buster, it’s going to cost you the same one way or the other. So you can please yourself.”
“Let’s go out,” Ken said, feeling himself grow hot. He took out his billfold. “Shall we settle the financial arrangements now?”
“Twenty bucks: does that sound like hell?” she said, smiling at him.
“That’s all right,” Ken said, and gave her two tens.