Holly Winslow: "..."
She refused to believe she couldn't one-up Quincy the Rogue. Beckoning him over with a finger, she waited for him to lean down. Then, with wide eyes, she said through gritted teeth, "You're asking to get laid." With that, she jutted out her chin.
She looked as smug as a fierce little bunny.
This was the second time he'd heard his wife say something like this. Mortimer Quincy was momentarily KO'd. "..."
'Not bad.'
'My wife is getting pretty good at this.'
'She can even say such "seductive" things right to my face.'
He gave a barely perceptible raise of his eyebrow. The next second, his hand went to the zipper on his collar. Then, right before her eyes, he slowly pulled the zipper down. "Bring it on."
Holly Winslow was utterly defeated. "..."
She fled in disarray.
Behind her, Mortimer Quincy looked "disappointed" as he zipped his jacket back up.
'And here I thought my wife actually had the guts for it.'
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