Peril

STARK

Clearly she could not have been more surprised to see him.

“Hello, Kiko.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked him stiffly.

“May I come in?” he asked.

She opened the door silently and he passed her and stood in the small, elegantly appointed living room.

“Did you forget something?” Kiko asked coldly. “Let me guess. Cuff links? Tie clip?”

Stark shook his head.

“So, what, then?” Kiko demanded.

He turned toward her slowly. “A guy pulled a gun on me,” he said.

She couldn’t suppress a brittle laugh.

“No, I mean it.”

“A guy pulled a gun on you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, fine, so a guy pulled a gun on you.”

“I thought he was going to do it.”

“Kill you?”

Stark nodded. “I’d always thought I wouldn’t care.”

“But you did?”

“Yes. Because at that moment I thought about you.”

She released another short laugh. “Okay, I’ll spring for it. What, Stark, did you think about me?”

He started to answer, but she lifted her hand to silence him.

“No, no. Let me guess. It was my hair, right?”

He shook his head.

“Legs? Tits? Ass? You have to admit, it’s a great ass.”

“No one thing, Kiko.”

“Okay, what? And this better be good.”

The answer came to him so quickly, he knew that it was true.

“That I would miss you,” he said.

Her eyes glistened. “So, you want a drink?” she asked.