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A limousine waited at the curb.
“A stretch? Where’s your town car?” Layla asked.
I waved off the driver and opened the back door for her, without answering. She looked at me, still waiting for a response, as I settled beside her in the back row and pulled the door shut. I spoke to the driver, giving him Layla’s address, and ended with, “Take the long way. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I pushed a button on the overhead control panel, and the privacy glass began to raise. Once it hit the top, I tugged Layla from her seat next to me onto my lap.
“I believe I’ve won a bet, and I’m ready to collect my prize.”
The smell of her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo, made me insane. I felt like a teenager about to cop my first feel of the hot girl I’d fawned over all year. Only I was a
