“I want you to want me," Don whispered.
“I am out on a date with you, isn't that proof enough that I want you?" she asked.
“Come with me. Come up to my penthouse. I want to show you that I am not who you think I am."
“I don't know, Don. This is only our second date," Laura reasoned.
“Come upstairs. I want you to know me. We're grown folks. Please. This is important to me if we go any further." Don's eyes were insistent and his voice was wavering. Do players get emotional? Do players have a tender side?
He put his hand over hers. Then he squeezed it, anxiously awaiting her reply. He started to perspire.
This was new. He could have any woman on the club scene. But he wanted this one and right now.
“Laura, we can't go backwards. Let's move forward together. I need
