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“Do you live nearby?” the dude asked in his cultured voice Cultured, hell, that was just a fancy word for snobby and obnoxious

Couy for whatever would go down in that hotel room

“No,” she said “Just in town for business I head back ho on a husky quality that left no question as to her desire

The woman wanted to be fucked and she wanted to be fucked now

Didn’t Make Sense

The sultry way Chloe spoke did nothing to ste the wall behind the bar, he had a clear view of her body language Yep, the woman was open and ready for business, at least that’s what her heavy-eyed, pouty-lipped look portrayed She leaned in, giving the guy an even better show of her stellar cleavage, and her crossed legs brushed against his thigh On any other wouy But surely not on Chloe He just couldn’t let hiame?

“That’s too bad,” douche bag replied “I was hoping to take you out, show you a good time”

Chloe tilted her head, giving the aze Then, she tossed back the last of her Cos down the liquid, had Rocket ready to bust a nut

“You can take ood time”

Rocket choked on his whiskey

Guess that answered that

No longer caring if he blew his cover, he spun and stared at the back of Chloe’s head The man she’d propositioned had a deep tan, platinum blond hair that ernails They probably topped off ten very soft fingers Rocket glanced down at his own chipped nails and callused skin

A man’s hands

He sure as fuck could do a lot more with them than this motherfucker

With a bug-eyed stare, the guy gaped at Chloe He looked as shocked as Rocket felt For the life of hi the men Why would she do that? Her bruised and broken body knew firsthand the da kind of man could inflict

“Uh, yeah, uh, fuck yeah We can go to your hotel room”

Rocket alhed What happened to the Casanova with the smooth lines?