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Her husband rode a motorcycle. Whisper didn’t know how she’d missed that. It put into perspective why he never travelled anywhere with her in a limo. He preferred going fast, weaving in and out of traffic, basically ignoring the rules that applied to everyone else. Whisper couldn’t say she was averse to that attitude.
Maybe she read him wrong, but when they got back to the house, it seemed as though he tried to push her toward his bed. If he did, Whisper didn’t take the hint and chose to go through to the nanny’s room instead.
Their alley s*x at least had the effect of helping her to sleep well. The next day, even her time at the spa was tolerable, though that may have been because it went by without Nicole, who never appeared.
Afterwards, Whisper’s plan was to go home and change, t
