Hard to Get Away With
I draw a slow breath, straighten my shoulders, and force myself to stay exactly where I am.
"Wow. A whole committee of financial advisors. I'm touched." My smile comes out thin and sharp.
"Truly inspiring, watching people with daddy's credit card cosplay as economists over an eight-dollar water bottle. Do you rehearse the cruelty, or does it just come naturally?"
I look between the two guys, letting my gaze travel from one smug face to the other.
Unimpressed. Or, at least, I make damn sure I look that way.
“Save your money. Maybe pool it together and invest in a microscope — might help you locate your cocks. If it’s even measurable. There's probably more impressive things in the bottom of a