A small, sly smile graced his lips at her remark. He had a hold on her? And here he thought it was the other way around, her seductive allure rendering him powerless to her charms, ready to throw away his career to give her his body.
It felt good to hear that.
"As I said," he began, fishing through his pockets in search of something. "I'm Adrian Styx, nothing more."
From his pocket, he pulled out a notepad, scribbling something down on one of the pages before tearing it out and handing it to the woman. It was his address.
"This is me," he informed her. "Stop by sometime. I could use your help, and obviously, I'll provide favor for a favor."