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Chapter Eighteen
“Two eighty, please.”
He counted out the exact change and dropped it on the bar, the sound clinking over the music. “Do you often go home with college kids who wank more often than they fuck?”
'Wank'. What a wonderful word.
“Why are you smiling?”
I licked my lips. “Wank. It’s a very British word.”
“I’m British, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“I noticed. Somewhere between you hooking my legs over your shoulders and pinning me against my car.” I leaned against the bar again. “Does it matter if I leave work with college guys?”
“You’re free to leave with who you like. For now.”
“For now? That sounds like someone planning to intervene in my lifestyle.”
Ivan drunk his beer in one go and slided the bottle across the bar to me. “That sounds like someone who’s meeting you from work with an offer
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