The redhead kept glancing back at James, a little more frequently than was normal. Melissa tried her best to look straight ahead and act at least somewhat like a regular human being. Still, she couldn't help looking at the gentleman next to her. It was amazing how somebody could draw so much of her attention, without even moving or doing anything interesting. Though rather, maybe that was why he was appealing. It certainly puzzled the pianist why he had gone to all these lengths for her- with the hotel room, taking her away in a limo.. He probably lived like this even when Melissa wasn't there- that wasn't the source of her confusion. The real interesting thing was that he was so patient, as if they were going to a business meeting. Most men would probably have jumped her by now- not that she had experience, though it was a good assumption.<br/><br/>She followed him to the room, letting her hand rest on his elbow again. Melissa marveled for a moment at the luxurious room before he spoke.<br/><br/>"Maybe something stronger," she began. "Ah, I'll mix it.." she added, old safety habits still rising to the surface. As much of a gentleman as James seemed to be, Melissa had always been careful with her drinks. Years of listening to the news about date rapes and drugs hadn't exactly made her very trusting.<em>Like he needs drugs to get me to do anything..</em>she complained mentally.<br/><br/>Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Melissa looked around at her options briefly before mixing a cranberry vodka. It had been awhile since she had anything more than wine..