Evie wouldn't allow herself the luxury of flinching at King’s response to her “innocent” question. After all it had been designed to fit two meanings, she couldn’t very well bristle with the one he had chosen to answer. Her full lips twitched into a smile, even though she tried very hard to remain emotionless. It had certainly amused her to learn of his ego. Evelyn’s eyes trailed lower over his body silently assessing what he might have to offer. It was a very well-known fact that the larger the ego the more it was used to compensate. The insult was on the tip of her tongue and would remain there as Lola began to lay out her demands. It was clear her boss and friend had enough of dancing to the same old tired tune that had been playing between King and he saloons rightful owner. Lola wanted to hear what King had in mind, and for that mater so did Evelyn.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vh1.mtvnimages.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/movies/people/m/miller_marisa/2612551_10.jpg?quality=0.85)</div>The cool blond remained perched at the edge of Lola’s desk with her slim fingers curled around the edge of the solid wooden desktop. She let out a disgruntled breath and looked over her shoulder to glance at Lola, rolling her eyes. Of course King wasn’t going to lay down his full hand. She returned her focus onto the man as he revealed part of his plans. Though in all honesty what he had to offer didn’t exactly come as a surprise. Eve very much doubted Lola’s was shocked to learn his thoughts on the saloon, or how it would come to play into the grand scheme he was keeping close to his chest.<br/><br/>She worried Lola would become emotional when Jackson’s name was brought up along with the trumped up crime that had been laid upon the cowboy, neatly wrapped up in hangman’s noose. It would seem that King’s digs were not finished and soon after opening the wound he applied the salt with a second blow indicating that Lola’s pride and joy was nothing but a whore house. Eve knew how hard Lola worked to avoid such claims, true or not.<br/><br/>Evelyn refused to look away as King glanced in her direction, offering a wink and a smirk that was answered with a challenging lift of her brow. She wondered just how much he knew of what went on in the privacy of her bedroom. Eve had been selling her wares for some time, though only to a selected few. The average cowboy just couldn’t afford what she had on offer. Refusing to feel guilty over it, Eve justified her actions with the comforting thought that she was doing nothing more other than providing a service that could have been given freely by the men’s wives if they had a mind to. Was it her fault their mind was filled with doilies and town gossip? Perhaps if they placed their mouth around their husbands cock once and awhile the men wouldn’t be willing to pour a small fortune at Eve’s feet. In her mind the women had no one to blame but themselves. She would not apologize to anyone. Nor was she willing to share her earnings with the likes of Mr. King!<br/><br/><strong>”To be clear”</strong>began Eve in a tone of voice that remained calm despite her rising temper.<strong>”What you aim to collect from us is a cut of the action? Nothing more?”</strong>