“You don’t think I’m pretty?” Contessa asked as she placed a hand on her hip, bent one knee and smiled.
“I think you’re very pretty, very sweet and that whip is hard to refuse. But right now I’m in a deeply committed relationship with my mental health. Maybe another time.”
Contessa walked away, stopping at the bar to look back over her shoulder. As consolation, Scott made sure she caught him watching her ass.
Scott Foster runs the badger game on Jessie Donaldson at Squeezies
Desire by John Cordon
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