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“I umm…have an executive suite on the top floor. Please. It’s all yours,” the woman finally blurted out, interrupting us.
“See,” he said with a grin, “it worked. I didn’t even have to show her the box of condoms.”
I gaped. He was unbelievable. “You make me want to kill myself.”
“Aww, baby, that’s just your headache talking.”
*giggles*
