Taylor's stranded

"The phone's in the kitchen," you say. "Right down the hall."

"Thank ya kindly," she says with a wink. She struts off down the hall.

You follow her into the kitchen. You see her pick up the phone, dial a number, then slyly click the phone dead, hoping you wouldn't notice. After faking a call, she hangs up and turns to you. "Well, dang it. I can't get my manager. Whatever will I do?"

"You're welcome to stay here and try again later," you say. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, that'll be fine," she says placing a hand on your arm.

You fix two glasses of wine and lead Taylor into the living room. You sit down on the couch, and she sits right up next to you. She downs her glass in one gulp. She then puts her hand on your knee. "You're a very kind person," she says softly. "I hope I can repay you." She leans in closer. "I can think of a way."