He preened, grinned smugly and squared his shoulders.
‘What is it about me that inspires you?’ he asked. ‘My words? Actions? My good looks? Or is it my sex appeal?’
‘I think it’s the whole package, the whole you. There’s hardly a day when you don’t do something to inspire a new story.’
‘Wow! So what sort of stories have you been writing? Romance? Erotica?’
She shook her head. ‘No. Murder.’