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Penelope kind of thought she was being punked. Was this a thing, sending the smoking hot criminal after the frumpy ex-FBI girl? Like, as she and Ivy walked out into the cool London air and she took in again just how insanely perfect her legs and her ass were...
Okay, no. She would not be insecure, she told herself. She was great. She'd just been with women infrequently enough that she was kind of scattered.
"It's colder out than I thought it would be," she blurted. Small talk.
Okay, no. She would not be insecure, she told herself. She was great. She'd just been with women infrequently enough that she was kind of scattered.
"It's colder out than I thought it would be," she blurted. Small talk.