More Disko Muzika?
“Melissa realized they were heading out of Manhattan. “Where are you taking me?” she demanded. “Home to meet mother?” Her perfume and the rustling of her tighs as she turned to check his reaction were sharp intrusions in the quietly purring Rolls. “No,” Larry drawled, driving steadily. “Not to mother. Just to a big, comfortable place. My summer house. As you already know I happen to be a terrific cook.”
He sounded like a kid. Melissa’s eyes were blazing. “Stop the car. I am taking the subway downtown, to Busby’s. I am going disco dancing like I told you. Without you. And Larry dear, it’s just as well, as your dancing is as bad as your cooking.”
Jacqueline Cole: Deadly Devotions (1975).