l'obscur objet du desir

"Don't you trust me?" enquired Eliana eyes big and round.
That old gag.
The Don't You Trust Me routine.
Every slinky sexy seductive spy in the history of slinky sexy seductive spies has used that one.
Well, so I'm told.
"I trust you absolutely as a teacher of Italian," I answered cautiously. "I trust you to honestly answer every question I have on the Italian language and its grammer. But after that, let's face it, I hardly know you."
Her beautiful eyes clouded.
"Someday soon I hope you will trust me," she said half to herself.
I had my doubts.