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“Let’s burn this motherfucker down.” And”
― Tempt The Boss
― Tempt The Boss
“A small container of Rocky Road lands on the counter next to me.
“I figured Rocky Road was appropriate to pave the way to brown town,” she says with a laugh.
The man in front of me takes his receipt, and the cashier, a younger woman, reaches for our purchases as soon as Banner starts laughing at her own joke. The cashier’s eyes go wide when she comprehends.
“Brown Town? Is that up in the foothills, Logan? I’m not sure I’ve heard of it,” a familiar voice says from behind me.
Oh, for Christ’s sake.
I turn around to face Mrs. Harris, her hands full with a box of tea and a bottle of melatonin, but when I open my mouth to respond, nothing comes out.
Banner smiles sweetly and says, “It’s just south of Pussy Ridge. At least, I’m pretty sure it is.”
I choke, and the cashier’s face turns red.
“Pussy Ridge. I haven’t heard of that either. I’ll have to ask Mr. Harris to get out the Rand McNally so we can take a drive there this weekend. I do love my weekend drives.”
I have no idea how Banner is keeping a straight face, but she replies, “I love a good long ride too. Especially when it gets a little rough.”
The older woman smiles. “Me too. Emmy has never been a fan, though. She’s always gotten carsick at the littlest bump.”
Banner finally grins. “That explains so much about her.”
The cashier’s eyes are tearing up as I shove money at her before I bag the ice cream, Doritos, and lube myself.
“See you later, Mrs. Harris. You’ll have to let us know how that drive goes.”
― Real Good Man
“I figured Rocky Road was appropriate to pave the way to brown town,” she says with a laugh.
The man in front of me takes his receipt, and the cashier, a younger woman, reaches for our purchases as soon as Banner starts laughing at her own joke. The cashier’s eyes go wide when she comprehends.
“Brown Town? Is that up in the foothills, Logan? I’m not sure I’ve heard of it,” a familiar voice says from behind me.
Oh, for Christ’s sake.
I turn around to face Mrs. Harris, her hands full with a box of tea and a bottle of melatonin, but when I open my mouth to respond, nothing comes out.
Banner smiles sweetly and says, “It’s just south of Pussy Ridge. At least, I’m pretty sure it is.”
I choke, and the cashier’s face turns red.
“Pussy Ridge. I haven’t heard of that either. I’ll have to ask Mr. Harris to get out the Rand McNally so we can take a drive there this weekend. I do love my weekend drives.”
I have no idea how Banner is keeping a straight face, but she replies, “I love a good long ride too. Especially when it gets a little rough.”
The older woman smiles. “Me too. Emmy has never been a fan, though. She’s always gotten carsick at the littlest bump.”
Banner finally grins. “That explains so much about her.”
The cashier’s eyes are tearing up as I shove money at her before I bag the ice cream, Doritos, and lube myself.
“See you later, Mrs. Harris. You’ll have to let us know how that drive goes.”
― Real Good Man
“Baby, you can send me away, but this thing, you and me, it’s happening.”
― Something So Right
― Something So Right
“She’s nothing more than a crazy chick with a tight ass. Who will get me coffee daily.”
“Oh, really?” Her voice cuts through the air … “Well then, I’m happy I could assist you in your day,” she snorts, coming in and dumping the bags on the table in front of us. “I also got something for your friend,” she huffs and then walks away. This time slamming the door on her way out.
“Oh fuck, you are in so much fucking trouble. Dude, she is going to fucking string you up by the balls.”
― Tempt the Boss
“Oh, really?” Her voice cuts through the air … “Well then, I’m happy I could assist you in your day,” she snorts, coming in and dumping the bags on the table in front of us. “I also got something for your friend,” she huffs and then walks away. This time slamming the door on her way out.
“Oh fuck, you are in so much fucking trouble. Dude, she is going to fucking string you up by the balls.”
― Tempt the Boss
“We are way past being friends. Because I’m about to do very dirty things to you, things that friends don’t do with each other.” He yanks me to his side, leaning down and nipping my lower lip. “Dirty, dirty things.”
― Tempt the Playboy
― Tempt the Playboy
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