Chapter Seven
Riding Sidney
Gretel nestled into the back seat of the black Lincoln. She hugged herself and smiled broadly. Catching Bruiser’s eye in the rearview mirror, she said, “Drive me home.”
He grinned back at her. “Really?”
“Yes, if you help me ruin Rich Leckie. But for now, drive this car to my place so I can pick up a few items.”
“You look pleased with yourself.”
“Before I’m through,” she laughed, “BizMart will be screwed, collectively and individually. Want to help?”
“Sure. BizMart must be a good lay if it makes you this happy. But if banging you is my reward—Hey! Who needs BizMart? You make me horny.”
“Don’t talk about banging me,” she corrected him. “I’ll do the banging. And I do my best to keep you horny,” she smirked. “Or would that be my worst? Whatever it takes to k
