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He blinks at her question, then laughs and shakes his head.
❝Those books are horrible but I’m not that traumatized by them.. else I’d have quit the time that woman gave me the script of twilight to quote it on our date..❞
Again he laughed, grimaced a bit, more playful than anything and steps towards her to wrap his arms around her from behind.
❝I just… this is the most awkward story ever… one of my clients wanted me to get all Christian Grey on her.. so I sent text messages… to the wrong number. Which Stefanie Montgomery got.. so I hate those books even more..❞
This time his chuckle is more embarrassed than anything, and he hides his face in the crook of her neck.
Sonya wrinkled her nose and giggled slightly at the anecdote. “Oh god, that sounds like an elaborate client.” Her manicured hands reached down to grab his forearms as her wrapped around her.
“Stefanie Montgomery!” Sonya laughed along with him, their bodies shaking slightly. The madame patted his head as she imagined how the heiress must’ve reacted. “What did she say?”















