Doggie Is Her Favourite Style
0“Exactly,” she says, her voice dripping with anticipation. How did she know? “So, let’s get down to business,” she says, her voice husky and confident. Plus, I’m very sure I don’t want where I am going tonight recorded in the GPS. Hell. I don’t know how it got to be that late, I should probably head home. “But know this – the offer, and most importantly you, won’t last forever.”
She snaps her fingers again. Instead, she leans into it. If you accept, I can offer you a chance at a new life, a chance to be something more than a mere mortal. “So, let’s get down to business,” she says, her voice husky and confident. “That’s better,” the redhead says. “I’m a bad girl and should be punished for that.”
I lean forward and give her a few smacks on her each of her cheeks. Her gaze holds mine for a moment, and I feel a spark of connection, as if she’s sizing me up.
