Keisha: [leaning closer, her voice low and teasing] You carry yourself like a man who knows exactly what every woman in the room wants.

Gigolo Joe: [smiles, his tone velvet-smooth] That’s because I listen. Most men hear words. I hear longing.

Keisha: [arches an eyebrow] And what do you hear from me, Joe?

Gigolo Joe: [lets the silence stretch just enough] The rhythm of someone who pretends she’s in control… but secretly wonders what it feels like to let go.

Keisha: [laughs softly, then inhales as if caught off guard] You think you’ve read me so easily?

Gigolo Joe: [steps just close enough for her to feel his warmth] Not easily. Beautiful things are never simple. But you… you’re music, Keisha. Every glance, every breath, another note in a song only I can hear.

Keisha: [her tone softens, curiosity edging into desire] Careful, Joe. If you keep talking like that, I might start believing you.

Gigolo Joe: [whispers, brushing her hand lightly] That’s all I want—for you to believe how irresistible you already are.