"That I might actually fill you up," he said. "And then what would you have to chase?"
Leo was not her usual type. He was quiet, a graphic designer with ink-stained fingers and the steady gaze of someone who spent hours perfecting small details. He didn't approach her with the swagger of the men who thought they could handle her. He simply sat next to her at a bar one Tuesday, ordered a whiskey neat, and said, "You look like you're starving in a room full of food." Nympho - Kimora Quin - Keeping Kimora Satisfied...
"You don't know me," she said.
But old patterns die hard.