‘I want you to make that my problem. I want to take care of it. I didn’t get anywhere near enough of your dick on Friday night.’ Jesus Christ. ‘This sounds like a great deal for me,’ I grit out. She smiles. ‘If Alchemy was anything to go by, you’ll make it worth my while.’ Then she pats my hand, removes it from her thigh, slides down from her stool and smiles sweetly. ‘Let me know,’ she says, walking away from me.
