Plus One
The minty taste of toothpaste lingering in my mouth.
"Nine. Nothing good ever happens before then," she smiles, her face conveying how excited she is.
"You work today?" I ask her, smelling my work shirt to see if it's clean.
Quinn groans. "Of course. I need to land a sugar daddy one day so we can retire to the beach."
"Yeah, you let me know if he has a brother," I tease, getting dressed.
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At work I get stuck with washing a boxer, he is beautiful and named Kota.