I managed to get some coffee made by the time Scarlett emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and looking gorgeous in record time.
She grabbed the cup of coffee I poured for her and took a big gulp.
"Mmm, not bad," she said.
"Better than the Molten Java?" I asked with a smile.
"The coffee? No. The service? Definitely."
"Listen," I said, "I've got a meeting I have to crash late tonight and I probably won't get back for a while. Can we go out for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Of course. Just be careful, Jake Randolph."
"Always," I said, grinning...