“If he doesn’t slap my bum, make women driver jokes, or tell me to brace
myself because he’s the hottest boy-racer I’ve ever seen –“
Mike’s eyes continued to glaze over. They’d paused when Alex said bum, but now they continued their
journey into complete ambivalence.
“- then we’ll get along just fine.”
“You’ll never get anywhere unless you lose that chip.” Mike stepped close and brushed an
imaginary chip from her shoulder. His gaze wandered down to her chest.
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