I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.
Sylvia DayI realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. "What's going on?" I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. "Shell game," he said.
Sylvia DayI own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.
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