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Her specialist subject: men, and what men wanted. And still, they could be so fucking perverse that sometimes they made her want to slap them round the head till
they rang like a bell.
    Evie was showering, one of her favourite ways to pass the time ever since Benny had moved her into this penthouse apartment. The shower was about as big as her mom’s
living room, and had probably cost ten times as much to do up. It had a rainforest shower head, plus surround jets, and was lined in travertine marble; the dark blue ceiling was set with a series
of tiny glittering lights that dimmed and dipped in endless permutations. Stars in the night sky, Benny had called them. It was one of the reasons he’d chosen this place: that, and the fact
that the shower was big enough for Benny and Evie to fit in it together, which was no small achievement, considering Benny’s bulk.
    Benny only took showers. He was scared one day he’d take a bath and not be able to get himself out of the tub again.
    Being in the shower with Benny wasn’t so bad, because the stars-in-the-night-sky lighting meant that she couldn’t see Benny all that clearly, which was always a blessing. But being
in the shower by herself was bliss. Lawrence had taken a quick one, but he’d had another training appointment across town and had to run. So now Evie was all alone, turning slowly to get
every single jet on every single part of herself, slicking herself at intervals with honey shower gel from Diptyque. In the main bathroom she had honey Diptyque candles burning in the built-in
niches, and when she eventually came out of the shower she was going to slather herself in more of their honey body lotion. Scent layering, the guy at Barneys had called it. It was amazing to have
so much money that you could just walk into a store and pretty much buy whatever you wanted. In addition to her credit cards, Benny had given her charge accounts at Henri Bendel and Barneys and
Bloomingdale’s, which pretty much covered everything. She was shopping in places she hadn’t even known existed till she met Benny. Shit, she’d have thought she was lucky to get a Macy’s charge card till she met him.
    And she didn’t even have to look at the bills. They went straight to one of Benny’s many secretaries. Which, of course, meant she spent even more, because she had no idea how much
she was racking up.
    Though, considering all she had to do was shop, work out and maybe pop to an afternoon movie if she was sure Benny wouldn’t be coming by, at least he’d given her plenty of resources.
One thing she wasn’t short of was time. These twenty-minute showers, if she was honest, were partly a way to kill the time before she turned on the TV and flicked through some gossip
magazines.
    But just then, Evie’s ears pricked up. Even through the pounding jets of water, she thought she’d heard something. Growing up in the projects made you alert even when you were
sleeping, always on the lookout for something that might be a threat to you. The urban jungle trained its kids well. Benny might have taken her away from the slums, but you couldn’t take the
slums out of the girl. So Evie stuck one hand out to whip off the water jets, and with the other she pushed open the heavy glass shower door and stepped out onto the plush bath mat, reaching for a
bath sheet.
    She stood, listening, her feet toasty on the bath mat, warmed by the constant underfloor heating. Yes, there was definitely someone in the apartment. Benny? But he always called first, always.
Not that he suspected about Lawrence – Jesus, she damn well hoped he didn’t! But Benny liked her to look a certain way. Dressed up, made up, hair done, and, of course, in some form of
sexy legwear and high high heels. Often he’d specify exactly what he wanted her to wear when he called. He had a freaky memory: he’d say stuff like: ‘Those knee-highs I bought you
in that SoHo boutique, the white ones with the dots, and the