Chapter 68
- “A date?” I squealed, pinching his sides in an attempt to tickle him and get him to put me down. I don’t know why I am trying. It never works. “What if I’m not done here?”
- “What business do you have in a brothel, wife?” he snorts.
- I pushed myself up against his back, the wig barely staying on my head as I hung upside down. “The same business you used to have here,” I goaded him. “Put me down.”