“I don’t want to do this by myself. I need you… please? I’ll make it worth your time,” she purred, then flicked her tongue along the edge of my ear. “Packed my banana stickers…” Shaking my head, I backed away from her. “I need a refund.” She frowned. “On what?” “On you,” I told her. “Item not as described. You’re supposed to be sweet. Warm and fuzzy. Not a damn… seductress, with your banana stickers, talking me into risking my life.”
