"So why did you come?" she pressed, crossing her arms.
"I would like to see where this goes," Winn said, surprising himself with his honesty. "Truly, I don't know why I am here." He exhaled, shoulders loosening. "I promised my mother I would make an effort to date, but it's been so long since I've had a date that didn't end up being just about instant sexual gratification."
Sharona tilted her head, studying him. "Maybe you just haven't met your match," she said.
"You think you are my match," Winn countered, lips quirking in faint amusement. He admired her confidence.
"I know," she replied without missing a beat.
"What do you assume I look for in a match?" Winn asked.
"You like women who tickle your intelligence," she said smoothly, circling him. "Women who hold you by the jugular, women who have what it takes to keep you wanting them."
