I giggle. I’m not a giggler, but he made me giggle. He looks pleased with himself.
“Sweet dreams, Stella Starkey. I hope you’re able to fall asleep despite thinking about my glowing eyes.”
“I think I’ll manage.” He stands there, watching me open my car door. “You’re not going to stand there and watch until I drive away, are you?”
“It would be the polite thing to do.”
“You really don’t have to be polite with me.”
I see something flash in his heavy-lidded eyes, something dirty. “If you say so. I suppose I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow. Your brother offered to open up early for me.”
“I suppose I’ll see you in the morning.”
He nods his head, doesn’t smile, turns and slowly walks away, towards the hotel. “Good night, stomach butterflies.”
“Good night…Dick.”