“You know who else I like?” He dips his head down for another kiss. “You, in that Tiffany’s necklace I bought you.” Eh, yeah. The one he gave me, along with a sensible dress, because I’m cool, but not always cool enough to look the way I do next to his friends. “Careful. I’m turning twenty-seven in a couple months. You might give me ideas,” I tease. The words feel empty on my tongue, but I know how much pleasure he takes in hearing this. “My father told me not to threaten a whore with a dick. Do you know what that means, Aurora Belle Jenkins?” That’s my tall, stockbroker, Wolf of Wall Street
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