“Hey, sugar, are you all right in there?” The concerned voice belonged to none other than Kim, her temporary roommate and the person responsible for having gotten her the job at the club. “I’m fine.” Susie grimaced at the rough quality of her voice, and struggling to her feet, opened the door. Kim stood, hands on hips, clad in the tiny triangles of material which made up her dance costume, and shook her head. “That asshole hasn’t left you knocked up, has he?” It took a few moments for Suzie’s befuddled brain to grasp the meaning behind the words, because Ren’s smirking face was still occupying space in her psyche. “No, of course not. I … I must have eaten something dodgy, that’s all.” Kim didn’t look convinced, and to buy herself time, Susie walked over to the sinks, washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out to get rid of the foul taste.
What do You think about His Prize (The Cleaners Book 1)?
