‘Hey, baby. Got something here for you.’ ‘Tell Commander Whitney I’m on my way,’ she told Riley as the desk sergeant rolled his eyes. Unable to resist, she swung by the bench, leaned close enough to smell sour vomit. ‘That was a charming invitation,’ she murmured, then arched a brow when the man peeled open his fly patch and wagged his personality at her. ‘Oh, look, kitty. A teeny-tiny little penis.’ She smiled, leaned just a bit closer. ‘Better take care of it, asshole, or my pussy here might mistake it for a teeny-tiny little mouse and bite it off.’
