"Or something?" Gloria asked, raising one delicate eyebrow. Then her eyebrows drew together in anger. "You think she's paying me to spend time with you? I'm a succubus, not a whore!"
Eldon backed away from her, holding his hands up, palm out. "I didn't mean it like that. I just figured that since she set this whole thing up, we could stop pretending and go our separate ways. I appreciate what you said about me back there, but let's be honest with each other. We're both doing this as a favor to my sister."
"I wasn't pretending back there," Gloria snapped, flinging her arm out to point behind her. "I really did want to meet Sheldon Lance. Why is that so hard for you to believe?"
He wanted to believe her, but wasn't sure. He'd lived in his father's shadow his whole life. He had no idea that anyone would want to meet him because of what he did for a living. Was he really that well known? He felt his ego puff up a bit and couldn't deny he liked how that made him feel.
