“My weapon,” Olivia responded, twirling her hair around her finger. “If you must know is six inches of Louboutin.” “Come again?” Colton answered, bending over and covering his mouth to stifle his laugh. “Who’s Lou Bootan? And why is his dick only six inches? That’s nothing to boast about, sweetheart.” “She meant her heels, you idiot,” Devon spat back, probably giving the same eye roll that I was.
