Suzanne Enoch Quote

Excuse me, a breathy female voice came from beside her, and she lifted her head. A stunning blonde in a dress cut down to her belly button and up to her crotch hovered beside the table.Yes? she asked, not certain whether to scream or laugh.Are you Richard Addison? the woman breathed, ignoring Sam.Rick blinked. Oh, me. I thought you were talking to her. Yes, I am.Could I have your autograph?Certainly. Do you have a pen? The woman held out a napkin and a pen, and Rick signed his name. There you go.How about your phone number? The woman gave a low giggle, but pressed the napkin back into Rick's hand.Sam would have stood, but Rick kicked her under the table. Ouch, she grumbled, glaring at him.I'm sorry, but I don't give out my phone number.Are you sure? Belly Button Girl licked her lips.If I might make a comment, Rick continued, granting her a warm smile, though Sam noted that his eyes remained cool and untouched, I'm a bit occupied right now, enjoying the company of a very lovely young lady with whom I enjoy spending my every spare moment. Hestraightened further, lowering his voice to a bare murmur. So I thank you for your interest, but I am never in a million years going to give you my phone number. Good evening.Her face turning scarlet under its inch of makeup, the woman turned away, departing with a sway of her perfect hips. You're so cool, Sam breathed.You could at least pretend to be jealous, he said, pulling her hand across the table to kiss her knuckle.She had been jealous, but no way was she going to tell him that. Not until she could figure out for herself what the hell it meant. At least she hadn't panicked and tried to belt a near-naked woman for sneaking up behind her. She's not your type.And what precisely is my 'type'? he asked.The kind who could have handed you a comeback instead of just stomping away.