George Lyle's face was as red as a monkey's butt, mouth agape, yet no comeback came out no matter how hard he tried.
Obviously, it was all true.
Sarah Sullivan looked over at Grace Neumann, "Miss Neumann, this old pervert just wants to sleep with you, that's why he's so attentive. Haven't you noticed? Did you really think he admires your works? Girl, get your wits about you! Of course, if you two have already hooked up, then congratulations, you're not just art buddies—you're literally fuck buddies. In that case, forget what I said."
Grace Neumann's face turned green, especially in front of Mrs. Varley.
She hurriedly argued, "No! Absolutely not! I barely know this phony bastard!"
