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She was a dressmaker, he told himself. She knew how to wield clothes as a weapon. And it worked all too well, like a club to the head.

She gave him the enigmatic smile, so like the one Botticelli’s Venus wore. ‘A wager,’ she said.

‘Everybody else is doing it,’ he said. ‘Why shouldn’t we?’

“Because you’ll lose?” she said.

‘Oh, but I’m sure you’ll lose,’ he said. ‘And my mind is wandering over an interesting range of forfeits.’

‘Mine, too,’ she said. ‘Money means nothing to you, so I must use my powers of imagination.’

‘I had higher stakes in mind,’ he said. ‘Nothing so ordinary as money. Something significant.’

She set her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned back.

He couldn’t exactly see her calculating. She was too good at not showing what she was about. Yet he knew she was weighing and measuring, and so he calculated, too.

He sensed the moment when she’d worked out her answer. Yet she waited one moment. Another.

Playing with him, the vixen.