Madie smiled as the tall, mysterious man lifted his fedora then held her breath as he stood, her eyes taking in his height and his shoes. They were gorgeous leather with a high polish on them, and huge, he had to be a size 13, and she knew what they said about men with feet that large. She licked her lips as he gave her an up and down, used to men checking out her assets, and resumed her swaying to the music.<br/><br/>"He's got to have the bees," Madie whispered into Roxy's ear. Any man who could afford such a well-tailored suit was into some money, and given who his old man was, he was going to be even richer one day...duck soup.<br/><br/>As he spoke, Madie felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His voice was so deep, so sexy. "We came for a nibble!" she called out, a touch too loud for polite conversation, wanting to be sure he heard her over the music, which her hips were still moving in time with. It was like they were connected. She simply couldn't stay still.