The CEO's Escort
She cleared her throat, “Ben, do you sell stun guns here?”
Ben, who was barely a few years older than Amber raised an eyebrow on his freckled face. He propped an elbow on the counter and cupped his chin, “We do…we have a range actually. Are you looking for a mild one? Or a –“
Amber placed both hands on the counter, drumming her fingers nervously, “Give me something small, concealable and strong.”
Raven haired Ben frowned and scratched the back of his ear, “Sweetheart, are you in some kind of trouble?”
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