Livia swallowed. "Uh… how?"
"Dance for him," he said. "He wants to see what he will be paying for, you know."
Livia's fingers curled slightly at her sides.
"You make him thirst," Nicholas continued, warming to his explanation. "You don't give everything at once. No, no… that is where most girls fail." He wagged a finger, pacing slowly in front of her. "You give just enough. A glance. A turn. A little sway. Let him imagine the rest."
He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming. "Make him want more."
Livia held her breath.
"So when the time comes," he went on, straightening again, "I can hike the price even higher." A low, satisfied snicker escaped him. He spread his hands as if the brilliance of his plan was undeniable. "You understand? Make yourself irresistible."
"Is that all?" she asked carefully. "Just dance for him?"
