Auto walked out of the bedroom, clad in a slim black suit and Converses. His hair was at his shoulders now, he hadn't cut in weeks. It was long enough to put into a slick ponytail. Which he did. He even took out his piercings.
Frankie had both the boys on the floor, playing. She looked up, and frowned deeply, craning her neck.
“Where the hell do you think you're going looking like a goddamn...sexy...Magic Mike man?”
Auto grinned. “Magic Mike man? Sexy?”
Frankie stood. “I had s*x with you in dressing room—if you average, I would've broken your collar bone.”
He lifted a dark, arched brow in question. “Good...to know? Babe, I'm running a little late for a meeting. I'll be back in an hour.”
Frankie scoffed. “No. No, tell me where you're going looking like that?”
Auto kinda liked the att
