"What are you smiling at?" she snapped at Roarke. "I'm a man, and I'm sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I'm required to wonder--perhaps imagine--whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn't I smile?" "Not perfect," Eve muttered. "Shut up for five seconds," she ordered Nadine, "before we're in his head naked, oiled up, and rolling around on the floor." "And my smile grows wider."