Private Finished You know what they say about curiousity

"Smooth," She returned the grin, starting to rise from the couch. "I'm a very busy woman, Mr Volkov, but I think I can put aside some time for something sweet."

He was good, she admitted. If she hadn't already been suspicious she'd have been inclined to believe him. If she really wanted to get anything out of the man himself she'd need to come at him with something a little more concrete. Obviously, he wasn't just some two-bit gangster, she wouldn't be able to get under his skin with nothing.

Well, no matter, there was still plenty to hold her interest in the meantime.

"Will we be heading back to the restaurant, or are you going to have it brought here?" She asked.

"I would have thought by now you'd be more hesitant to show the nosy reporter so much of your business. Mr Volkov." She said, teasingly, standing up from the lounge. "If I didn't know any better, I'd be starting to think-"

Before she was able to finish she was interrupted by something vibrating in her purse. She paused, reaching inside it and pulling out her phone. She looked at the screen, frowning.

"Speaking of being busy..." She murmured, sounding just a tiny bit irritated at the interruption. "I'm afraid I may have to take you up on those desserts some other time, something's just come up."