"Miss Tillman," John said, his voice smooth and rehearsed. "I'm here to make a custom jewelry set for my mom's birthday next month." I'd prefer something nice, something classy.
His eyes sparkled with mischief, just like they did last night when he said he would walk me home. It was clear that he didn't need money. But he didn't truly desire jewelry. It was me.
A client was still a client, though.
"Of course," I answered with a polite nod. "Grace, could you please bring in some coffee and a plate of fruit?"
Before departing, Grace gave me a knowing look and left me alone with him.
I turned back to John and smiled at him like I had done before. "Does your mom have any preferences? Do you have any favorite colors, stones, or styles? Maybe jade? Or glass? Or would she rather have diamonds?
"Diamonds," he said, a sneer on his face. "The bigger and flashier, the better."
Sure.
