Alex resolutely keeps her back to him, because the anticipation, the tease, is all part of it. Eddie might be a friend, but he's also handing over money, and Alex wants to make it worth his while. She wraps both arms around herself, fingers skimming the bare, tattooed skin over her hipbones, and then she twists in his lap so that she can look back at him over her shoulder.

"Is that an invitation to talk dirty?" she asks, eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Because on your head be it, Munson."