THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR
But that wasn’t going to happen, because he was padding back and forth in his bare feet, shouting into his cell phone.
“You can tell Krebbs he doesn’t have a single working brain cell if he thinks those quarterly numbers are good enough to justify what he’s asking. What? NO, I don’t give a damn about last quarter’s numbers, everyone knows they were inflated – ”
Over by the wall, Johnny was dressed immaculately in a suit and tie. He saw me come in, smiled politely, and jerked his chin up a tiny bit as a greeting, like whassup.
I blushed in embarrassment and grasped the top of my terrycloth robe together to make sure no more skin was showing than absolutely necessary.
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