Dirty Little secrets
"'As you wish, my tempestuous temptress, I shall summon sustenance fit for a goddess.'"
"Stop!" I threw a pillow at him, laughing. "No more lines tonight, I beg you."
"Fine, fine," he said, dialing, but when the person answered he couldn't resist, "Yes, hello, two cheeseburgers, fries, extra pickles for my eternal flame here, and a bottle of whatever red you've got that pairs with post-coital bliss."
I buried my face in the pillow, mortified and cracking up. "You're the worst."
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