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“Please goaway.”
“It so happensI want to find the bar, too,” he told her smoothly.
“Isn’tthat woman your date?” She jerked her head towards the woman inthe group, watching them walk away.
“She is afriend.”
“I see. Doesshe know you are on the verge of dumping her?” They had reachedthe bar now. Sliding onto the stool, she ordered a shot of whiskey.“Hold the ice,”
“I did not saywe were together.”
“And I couldcare less. Now leave me to enjoy my drink.”
“I’llhave what she's having.” Taking the stool next to her, hepropped his hands on the marble bar. “Is there a reason why youdon’t like me?”
“Allow me tocount the ways.” Nodding her thanks to the admiring bartender,she sipped her drink.
“Is it becauseI am rich?” He persisted. “Because I hate to repeatmyself, but we are cut from the same cloth.”
She stared at himbriefly before bursting out in genuine laughter. “Yeah, right.”
“What I meantwas that you are here.”
“Under extremeduress. What’s your point?”
“We belong tothe same society.”
“No, we don’t.”She denied forcibly.
“What do youhave against money?” Turning sideways, he tried to stop fromnoticing the swell of her breasts beneath the clingy material of herdress. The color was attractive; a cross between orange and redsuited her complexion perfectly.
She was only wearinglipstick and her hair - the braids had been drawn tight, leaving herface bare so he could see the curve of her cheekbones. She hadmultiple piercings in her left lobe, decorated with colorful stones;the first lobe had large gold hoops almost touching her shoulders.Interestingly enough, the right lobe just had two piercings.
“You didsomething different with your hair,” he commented softly.
“Nice of you tonotice. To answer your question, I like money, it’s just thattoo much of it is concentrated in one place only. Look at this-”She waved a hand to encompass the room. “People are eatingexpensive food, and the cost of the liquor in this place could outfita small third-world country or take care of the housing problems inthe projects.”
“So, you are acrusader.”
Her eyes glittered atthat. “I have a heart.”
“Isn’tthis event supposed to be making money for the pediatric wing ofseveral hospitals?”
He queried. Hewas enjoying sparring with her. He had agreed to attend the functionand had even reluctantly brought Wendy along with him but had beenbored and was about to make up some excuse to leave when he saw her.
The jolt had gonethrough him like a bolt of lightning. He had been pissed at her thelast time he had been at the clinic and had left as soon as theprevious person had been treated, barely saying anything to her.
She was frustratingand insulting, but besides her exquisite beauty, he admired her gutand grit and the fact that she cared about the people she treated. Hehad never met anyone like her.
“Rich peoplegathered around, drinking and writing checks. It does not mean a damnthing.”
“Are you alwaysthis ray of sunshine?”
She cut him a glancethat could have pulverized rocks.
“By the way, abit of good news. It seems like I will become a permanent fixture atthe clinic.”
“Why the hellwould you do that?” She demanded.
