“I didn’t buy this car.” “You stole it?” He snorts. “I did an ad campaign for them. The car was part of the deal.” “Must have been one hell of an ad. Did you have to show your dick?” “If I had, I could’ve gotten a lot more than this car.” I roll my eyes. “Your penis isn’t that impressive.” “Impressive enough for you to text me about a rematch on your day off,” Beck shoots back.
