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“You a submissive come to sniff around Saxon? ’Cause he doesn’t like when they turn up when the club’s not open”
He didn’t? How many women came to visit him anyway? Was that why Thoht she’d come to “sniff around” Saxon?
“That’s not why I’ y for her overreaction “But it turns out he doesn’t eat desert”
“Says who?”
“Thomas”
“That old stiff? Wouldn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth”
“Really? So you think he would like my pie?”
He tilted his head “Depends on how good the pie is, I guess Might taste like shit Then he wouldn’t want it, would he?”
She stared at hiuess he wouldn’t”
“Well, does it?”
“Does it what?”
“Taste like shit,” he said impatiently
Wow He wasodd And that was being nice
“You listening? Cause you look like you’re aith the fairies I don’t have time for that or for shit pie”
“I don’t believe it tastes terrible or I wouldn’t have bought it here for him, would I?”