“I’m serious. Let me go.” She shoves me, but I don’t budge an inch. Vivi might be tall, but she’s skinnier than a beanpole. Not that she doesn’t look good, because she does with her gentle curves, mile-long legs, and the perfect handful of tits. Maybe it’s wrong to notice, but I give myself grace since I didn’t know who she was when I first saw her at the brothel. What’s your excuse for checking her out now, asshole?
Separating her from the little girl he knew.
