Samson let the champagne bottle fall to the floor. It was just about empty, but a few drops settled onto the lush backseat carpet, staining it. "You've gotten awfully quiet, Lolita. In my experience that means that women are thinking about me in all the wrong ways."

"You're incorrigible."

"I'm positive that is not one of the many adjectives applied to me."

"This oughta be good. Please. Enlighten me." I tipped back the rest of my drink.

"Charming. Gorgeous. ...