Then I put the money down on his desk. “Oh, you definitely have something I want. Something I’ll pay for.” He steps back, bumping into the desk in an effort to keep a wide berth between us. He looks at the stack of bills, eyes widening slightly as things start falling into place. He looks away quickly, but it’s all the invitation I need. “Two minutes,” I say lightly. “That’s all I need. I won’t even touch you. Just drop your towel for two minutes and let me look at you.”
This is wicked and evil work
