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Shooting forward again, his voice dropped. “A red room.” I frowned. “A red room?” He nodded. “A red room.” “As in... fifty shades?” I blinked, my mind grappling to come to terms that someone legitimately had a room full of sex toys and equipment. “Uh-huh.” “I wonder who uses it. Her or him?” “Want me to come back and find out?” Ben offered. “So kind of you to offer so selflessly,” I drawled, “but that won’t be necessary. Perv.” I added.
“Doubtful.” He was halfway out the car and I was still sitting here, shocked at my own revelation. Hurriedly I unsnapped the seatbelt and opened the door, climbing out, only to have my leg snag on the lip of the footwell on the way out. “Argh!” I toppled, one leg caught in the car, the other landing painfully on my knee, my bag flinging over my head to land on the ground in front of me, contents spilling across the paved parking lot.
