Thank The Lord we are out of that car!
Slayde glanced around shyly, completely at odds with his reputation. “Let’s do in my office. Here we are.” He heaved a sigh of relief, and it was as if Milly heard someone else sigh too. “Finally.”
“You cannot walk with a ruptured penis.” Milly made a grab for his crotch, but Slayde evaded her grasp with remarkable agility. Milly opened the car door. “Doorman! Carry Mr. Huntington to his…
Is Slayde’s peener beyond salvaging? Fireman’s carry or damsel carry? Will Milly get that job now?